The Star Migration
The void of space is not empty; it is a canvas of absolute silence and crushing cold. For three thousand years, the Ark-Ships had drifted through the galactic currents, a fleet of silver needles carrying the last embers of a dead world. They were no longer searching for a planet; they were searching for a reason to keep moving. The Archon was the navigator of the fleet, a being of engineered...
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