This may be of interest to some people. I was recently doing some googling, and found a Destiny Wiki page regarding Alpha Lupi from back in early 2013. In short, it was a puzzle that led to the announcement of Destiny, but this is common knowledge and no longer special. However, while I was browsing through the page I found that the pieces they released, which turned out to be part of the Dreams of Alpha Lupi, had many extended passages that were edited out on the versions in the Grimoire that we got. I've put them in order that they were released in 2013. I've [b]Bolded[/b] the extended parts, and [i]Italics[/i] parts that were worded slightly differently but essentially the same. Mars had no changes, all other planets/moon did. THE MOON: The best voices -- voices that truly matter -- never allow themselves to be heard. This lesson is worth learning again and again. Forever. Your voice moves as whispers, murmurs and urges inside larger winds. Only the trusted few can absorb what is necessary. Wise and sly and perfect, your instructions drop, leaving nothing but the hard sweet rime of enlightenment. The path is set. Your voice is unleashed. [b]Except now it is gone... And maybe it never was.[/b] MARS: Life waits inside this world's bones. Your voice flows across the red rock and through the dead valleys, speaking in codes and goads. Ancient volcanoes swell, exploding at their peaks and splitting wide along their shoulders. Ash clouds blacken the starved air. A fossil ocean of ice softens and collapses; geysers erupt, tall as mountains, throwing up steam and clouds. Every moment matters. And from a great distance, in the midst of a thousand careful disasters, you watch the transformation with your own eyes. The rose has blossomed. MERCURY: One face is blistered, the other plunged into a brutal chill. Is this how it's always been? You remember hot oceans, nourishing atmosphere. But something transpired, kicked what was wet and fertile into space, stealing away everything of value. Or perhaps what thrived here for a day or for ten million years decided to leave, peeling its wet organics off the bones. [b]A name offers itself, and another, and a thousand more. The answer feels like the iron heart of a collapsed star, and you realize the union between the past and the future is now.[/b] JUPITER: Even the largest body lets itself be pushed where it needs to be, seduced into nice, warm loving orbits. Persistence is the key. Seafloors transform and then yank themselves skyward, shattering the icy crust [i]as new worlds awaken inside the swirling depths.[/i] You build homes [b]of ocean laid over stone; giant and tiny,[/b] [i]surrounding[/i] this half-born sun ripped by storms and supersonic wind. [b]You deliver your last orders to an army that needs nothing anymore -- not instruction, courage or even prayers -- and then you hide again. In ecstasy they search for you, finding nothing but dense quiet dropping from the stars.[/b] VENUS: You see history hidden between the barren rocks and within the high acid clouds. You see ruin [b]emerging from where it has always been,[/b] ready to claim its birthright. [i]Sunlight is starved. The fierceness is chilled and thinned, made sweet again.[/i] A new ocean emerges, thick and salty and hot, from springs and geysers that drench the dead ground. You wonder: will this world's second breath be its finest? [b]You draw deep inside, seeking direction, truth... But all you have are the riddles of your own intentions.[/b] SATURN: [b]You have been pushed to this place, for a reason.[/b] A cold giant shows its night face to you. Distant moons slide past; icy little comets enslaved by a splendid master. The lightning bolts and high clouds are swept away, and then you burrow into a sea of liquid hydrogen that boils out of the long gash. You put yourself on the perfect trajectory, and for a fraction of an instant you allow yourself the luxury of confidence. [b]Eyes that never close gaze everywhere and at everything. You see them in their hiding places. And they can see you, too.[/b] EARTH: The blaze sits inside a nest of little worlds, still too distant to share its heat but plainly staring out at you. A face emerges, drawn from plasmas and radiation... There must be meanings in its roar. You listen hard and carefully, and sometimes a lucid melody seems to rise out of random noise, [b]pulling your mind into moments where it seems possible that answers are about to be revealed.[/b] Joy builds, and the first hope in ages transforms you. It seems important, even critical, to tell every star from here to the black between the galaxies that you [i]are[/i] strong again.