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|Time = | |Time = 14 byr BCE - 11byr BCE | ||
|Title = The Primordial Age | |Title = The Primordial Age | ||
|Quote = But of those early years none can speak, for the Universe was new, and the distance between galaxies was comparable to the distance between those of us gathered here tonight. In that forgotten age Light was omnipresent, and the chthonic forces of creation struck their hammers down hard against the anvil of space time, such that even today, you may still hear the echoes. | |Quote = But of those early years none can speak, for the Universe was new, and the distance between galaxies was comparable to the distance between those of us gathered here tonight. In that forgotten age Light was omnipresent, and the chthonic forces of creation struck their hammers down hard against the anvil of space time, such that even today, you may still hear the echoes. | ||
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|QuoteSource = On the Nature of the Cosmos | |QuoteSource = On the Nature of the Cosmos | ||
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|Time = | |Time = 11 byr BCE - 2 byr BCE | ||
|Title = The Foundational Aeon | |Title = The Foundational Aeon | ||
|Quote = Stop thinking about it that way. They aren’t ‘running away’ from each other. It’s, listen, it’s more like this. Red and Blue, yeah? Like the ends of a magnet. Yes, exactly. It’s like that gray bar in the center. It keeps them apart, but it’s also part of them. No, no. Forget it. | |Quote = Stop thinking about it that way. They aren’t ‘running away’ from each other. It’s, listen, it’s more like this. Red and Blue, yeah? Like the ends of a magnet. Yes, exactly. It’s like that gray bar in the center. It keeps them apart, but it’s also part of them. No, no. Forget it. | ||
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|Time = | |Time = 2 byr BCE - 37,000 BCE | ||
|Quote = I have just awoken from a terrible dream, and there is no one here who can console me. | |Quote = I have just awoken from a terrible dream, and there is no one here who can console me. | ||
|QuoteSource = [Pottery etching from an archaeological dig in the <i>Cygnus Sector Dead Zone</i>] | |QuoteSource = [Pottery etching from an archaeological dig in the <i>Cygnus Sector Dead Zone</i>] | ||
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|Time = 37,000 BCE | |||
|Title = The 'First' Age | |||
|Quote = In threes, you see. Always in threes. Two to oppose, and one to bind. Asking ‘Who was first?’ is pointless. It’s a taxonomic argument - generational semantics. There was no ‘first’. There were three. | |||
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|Time = 23,000 - 20,000 BCE | |||
|Title = The Precursor Wars | |||
|Quote = And during my travels across the Foyle Expanse, I began to notice that same strange pattern. Here and there we’d pass by the Derelicts, or refuel in high orbit over vast, unnatural scars in the earth below - jagged, like wounds carved into the very stone by the gods. At one such location the survey teams reported these scars contained strong ore deposits, but the natives repelled us fiercely. They claim it is some holy place, and I lack the armament to convince them otherwise. | |||
|QuoteAuthor = Aayush Hess | |||
|QuoteSource = Journal of a Star-Crossed Trader | |||
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Revision as of 00:50, 18 December 2023
14 byr BCE - 11byr BCE
The Primordial Age
But of those early years none can speak, for the Universe was new, and the distance between galaxies was comparable to the distance between those of us gathered here tonight. In that forgotten age Light was omnipresent, and the chthonic forces of creation struck their hammers down hard against the anvil of space time, such that even today, you may still hear the echoes.
On the Nature of the Cosmos
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11 byr BCE - 2 byr BCE
The Foundational Aeon
Stop thinking about it that way. They aren’t ‘running away’ from each other. It’s, listen, it’s more like this. Red and Blue, yeah? Like the ends of a magnet. Yes, exactly. It’s like that gray bar in the center. It keeps them apart, but it’s also part of them. No, no. Forget it.
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2 byr BCE - 37,000 BCE
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I have just awoken from a terrible dream, and there is no one here who can console me.
[Pottery etching from an archaeological dig in the Cygnus Sector Dead Zone]
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37,000 BCE
The 'First' Age
In threes, you see. Always in threes. Two to oppose, and one to bind. Asking ‘Who was first?’ is pointless. It’s a taxonomic argument - generational semantics. There was no ‘first’. There were three.
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23,000 - 20,000 BCE
The Precursor Wars
And during my travels across the Foyle Expanse, I began to notice that same strange pattern. Here and there we’d pass by the Derelicts, or refuel in high orbit over vast, unnatural scars in the earth below - jagged, like wounds carved into the very stone by the gods. At one such location the survey teams reported these scars contained strong ore deposits, but the natives repelled us fiercely. They claim it is some holy place, and I lack the armament to convince them otherwise.
Journal of a Star-Crossed Trader
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