[Planet surface]

(An old quarry with water in the middle.)

ANDINIO: (older female) Finally, this is where our journey stops.
DELPH: (younger male) You're going to make this the place?
ANDINIO: It's time. You're ready, Delph.
DELPH: I don't think I am.
ANDINIO: Seventeen years is enough. This is what I've trained you for.
DELPH: You call it training, I call it building doubt. Every lesson that you've given me, I feel like I've understood less, not more.
ANDINIO: Which is the point. The more we learn, the less we realise we know. This is our faith. This is our existence. The Creator would contend the world is not to be understood, only experienced, and built with our gift.
DELPH: Praise the Creator's will.
ANDINIO: Do this, Delph, and you shape our world in worship.
DELPH: But if I fail, if I can't do it after all these years...
ANDINIO: Trust in yourself. Now, come on. Show me our years of walking have not been wasted. Fulfil what we are, what only we can do.

(Delph clasps his hands and closes his eyes. He opens them again and they are burning orange. Rocks from the quarry side fly into mid-air, crashing into each other as they agglomerate into a structure. Suddenly there is a flash of energy behind the pair. Andinio turns to see.)

ANDINIO: What's happening? Stop, Delph, now.