In the year 3200, the Scream is a distant memory, but its reverberations yet echo through the universe. Humanity, once master of the stars, now cowers in shadows or huddles around the dying embers of a once brilliant society. And still, people hope.

Kingdoms drag themselves back out of the primordial muck that sought to drown them. Nations claw and scrape their way back up the steep slope of technological advancement. Worlds look to the stars and dare to soar towards their lofty heights once more.

Stars Without Number

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