Kenobasis
From the lorn orchards of Earth to the refineries in orbit around Marzion IX: the end of a cycle, the long-awaited harvest, is a time of anticipation and change. Our minds turn to the season past, and our eyes open to the shadows. Tever say the voices of the dead whisper through the boughs of their trees; Skala trade tales of shed skins on silent pilgrimage to the burrows they were born in. Even aboard the Ardent, among the Alliance’s vanguards, there is a sense of suspension – a keening note added to the shriek of the FABREP, an uptick in requests made to T/OM to explain the unexplainable…
What do you remember, at the edge of all that is known? What has been forgotten? Or, perhaps: what are you trying to forget?
Is there a spectre that haunts the Ardent’s halls? Did you see the void pawing at the ship’s membranes? What lurks in the corner of the picture you took in the reactor chamber? Did something follow you aboard? Have you, in short, witnessed something that you can’t explain – something strange, something paranormal? Did you file a report about it?
If so, we want to hear from you!
