Prologue for a sweeping space opera, permutatively stretched astride a crosshatched universe of bent time and warped reality. The story of The Folk and their Intergalactic Continuum, who learn, discern and explore the haughty vestiges of eternity. An ancestral brood of multi-generational kin drawn across an intergalactic network of cosmos and gravity, beyond one hundred thousand years of war and song, towards the lost Artifacts of Infinity. At the end of their path, at the genesis of time, lies the Terminal Galactic Strand, and the truth they chase derived from their frothy, primordial cradle. The Sons and Daughters of The Immortal Age, predestined to arrive immutably upon the Shores of Habeo. It is here in which The Extant One dwells, forever safeguarding The Emerald Tetrahedron, the Continuum's last desperate defense. Scarcely now, the final firmament holds at bay an all-devouring malice, roiling in its black hearth. Gnawing. Ravenous. A moment will arrive In which you realize The choices you have made Are more than aimless accords Each decision is a wave Each choice Has direction We are who we have chosen to be