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Is kindness so rare in the galaxy?

Some might say yes. Truth is, no, but it's always under threat. People carve out the best lives that they can, and little sanctuaries exist all over, but when resources and space are as limited as they have come to be in Ingenseria, not everyone can live in a sanctuary.

Some say there's a shining beacon of hope out there that has a way to breach the gap between galaxies, but few on the outside know much about it besides its apparent advancement and glamour.

A glittering, distant world, enshrined in ice.

A city on its surface, afflicted with a thick layer of timeless rime. Such perfection is the ice that even the bodies encased by it are still preserved, over a hundred years later, knelt in reverence at the base of a grandiose church.

Distantly, in the wastes far outside of the city, a spattering of vessels juts from the ice of a crater, blanketed with the thickest ice of all. No one dares to touch them.

"It was almost like it was talking to a resource. A soldier or something, rather than a person.

Maybe it's just because that's how it often feels when talking to automatons. I'm sure a lot of those Vigil people wouldn't like me saying that, but I think there's something strange about the AIs they let run the show.

Still, it was an honor, right? A weird, almost haunting honor, but an honor nonetheless."

(x)

"The Grand Council, they called themselves. All of this seemed so illustrious, but I don't think I can really wrap my head around the cultural context of it all. I wasn't a member of the Vigil, you know.

The Overseer, a whirlwind of floating parts and color, stepped down onto the platform with me and shook my hand. Told me that the work of my resistance had done much to help them establish a stable provisional government.

Something about the wording felt... cold, though. I don't know."

(->)

"The Argent court... brilliant and blinding. It had the trappings of a place where only kind judgments were passed, such beautiful geometry, though it was dizzying and hard to navigate for someone like me. The colors pulsing through the walls like little holes into a dawn sky... it was beautiful, but alien.

They say it is an honor to hold court with the Overseer. What a strange body, though. All of the Argent looked odd. Hard-light adorning them everywhere, floating parts all over..."

(*)

"The Vigil", they call it. It has a longer name, but few know it. At most, one might refer to it as the Last Vigil.

A collective of species, apparently having rummaged something from the spatial detritus of the galaxy deep in the Scar, where, for fear of the spatial anomalies that blight it after a harrowing event long ago, few were willing to tread.

Something that, by their tales, promises to open up a path to new galaxies, and finally put an end to the overpopulation.

Is kindness so rare in the galaxy?

Some might say yes. Truth is, no, but it's always under threat. People carve out the best lives that they can, and little sanctuaries exist all over, but when resources and space are as limited as they have come to be in Ingenseria, not everyone can live in a sanctuary.

Some say there's a shining beacon of hope out there that has a way to breach the gap between galaxies, but few on the outside know much about it besides its apparent advancement and glamour.

Glyph's Oubliette

This is the place we all sent Glyph.