Bramen's eyes moved to the hologram that the Ghost produced, looking at it with intrigue. The Golden Age was still a time full of so much mystery, people had spent ages trying to decode anything from it. "If we find something, I hope it's usable," he said with a nod, still looking up at the hologram. He eased back into his seat, taking a breath in.

"I've thought often of what the Golden Age must have been like," he admitted, cosing his eyes for a moment. "Awoken like me didn't exist then - we weren't formed until the Darkness came. I don't think anyone's really clear on where we came from or how... I wonder if any of the data you find might help shed some light on that."