Omega's POV
As we were going through the rift I was already expecting to see the toxic society in Hiraeth. A toxic culture is one where people make their better natures subordinate to wealth accumulation because not to do so means they can't survive. It is a culture where the most pure souls are viewed with suspicion, of course, they must have an ulterior motive. It is one where nice guys finish last and the sociopaths win, to hell with environmental damage. It is one where a few rich dominate and the rest are treated as disposable people. It is a society where what matters is making money, taking part in the rigged game of finance for digits that have no real meaning.
A toxic culture is one in which we feel our physical appearance determines our self worth, rather than our good deeds and our kindness. A toxic culture lets advertisements spread overconsumption by invoking greed, envy and feelings of entitlement. It encourages people to be selfish, to hoard rather than to help. It disrespects other cultures and nations, making their citizens appear less than human, undesirable, unworthy and fearsome. But most of all a toxic culture misinforms people how to be truly happy, pointing them toward vanity and lust instead of self-improvement and true love. Working hard and loving fully are the keys to happiness, build something wonderful and be loyal, faithful, honest, kind. That's where happiness lies, that's how to beat the toxins.
End of Omega's POV

The war had ended years ago. They were even more lucky that they came in time for the biggest festival.
It was the festival of lights. Along the usually dark wintry lane shone hundreds of lamps; illuminating with their flickering candles. The light was cast every color by the tinted panes and Oblivion and Kamari couldn't help but be reminded of candy. It was as if the lane was iced by the baker on the high-street, and even better than the cake they had last birthday. Everywhere there were folks in their winter garb, thick woollen jackets, mitts and scarfs. To add to the gaiety most children carried a lamp of their own making, their gentle puffs of steaming breath made visible by the glow, only to disappear into the inkiness. At the stroke of eight on the old town clock would come the first wave of songs, songs of thanks to echo into the homes of even the curmudgeons. Tonight the windows of the hospital would be open despite the cold, the doctors believed the multitude of voices from young and old alike to have a stronger effect on their patients than any medicine they had to offer.
The costumes were as colorful as a summer garden. Bold yellows, magenta, cyan and emerald green, There were sequins sparkling in the brilliant afternoon sun and feathers of every color. Wherever you looked there were painted faces and masks, The stilt walkers marched down the middle of the crowd blowing bubbles or waving as they went, The music was the heartbeat of the crowd and they swayed long limbs in time to the beat. Food sellers weaved through the mass of onlookers and the aroma of their wares perfumed the air. The parade danced it's way down the streets.
Everything looked amazed except for one thing Omega notice in the corner of his eyes.
A giant Banana was following them. Carbide said
- Hey look it's peely! He must have been close to us when we used the crystals. Hi peely!
The banana got closer to them and said
- Hello, This is indeed a precious town with exquisite aliments
They four of them stood quiet in surprise. Kamari whispered
- He can talk and in a very... formal way
- Indeed dear Kamari. It appears that in every dimension or planet I acquire various abilities. Such as earth was I transformed into an elongated usually tapering tropical fruit with soft pulpy flesh enclosed in a soft usually yellow rind commonly found in every grocery store.
- What?
Oblivion asked confused to what Criterion answered
- basically a banana
Peely continue talking
- As for in this  celestial body moving in an elliptical orbit around a star seems that I acquired the ability to  to express or exchange ideas by means of spoken words.
Omega faced palmed as he said to himself
- I can't wait to go back home. At least there the banana won't be able to talk. As they walk around town it was amazing. Omega recognized old friends walking by. Some already had children. It was so different from what he remembered. When he used to live there he thought of it as a soon you will not be able to breathe. Soon you will not be able to stand up for your rights and the rights of others. Soon you will not be able to save  Hiraeth. Soon you will not be able to change the world into the paradise all life on hiraeth deserves. Soon you will not be able to wake up. Soon greed will have caused such environmental devastation that the life support systems of Hiraeth will be beyond repair. Hiraeth was his only home. Now that he has returned things really changed around. It seems like civilians finally learned to act like a family, help one another; bring the most disadvantaged into health and wellbeing. They learned they shouldn't be "shooting for the stars" until their home-world is healed. They are each other's priorities; they are their brother's keepers; they are the rightful custodians of Mother Hiraeth.