"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.
This is the place we all sent Glyph.