Convergence

April 2024

It was cold. He was lying down on something. Voices could be heard murmuring in the background. There was a great whirring noise of machinery. Or was it humming? His mind was in a fog and he couldn’t see. Someone started to move him. He must’ve been on a gurney of some sort. The voices continued. He could make out sounds but not words. Suddenly, he stopped. He heard footsteps and more voices. There seemed to be people surrounding him. Gradually, the...

The Last Ascension

November 2024

It was a different time back then, during the days of the Ascension Machine and the Grand Overseer. A false hope plagued the city; an ever-growing lie that we had secured a prosperous future. We were the first and last to unlock the secrets of ascension. Secrets that are perhaps best kept buried in the past. A past where I was the sole remaining guardian of the Ascension Machine. It was a title I begrudgingly held, a title I despised, save for the...

Akronis

December 2024

There was an explosion. Blurred visions of fervent fighting flowed through Marcus. Screams, gunfire, and the whir of ECS suits echoed through his ears. It all felt distant; like a half-remembered dream. He couldn’t get up. His body was paralyzed, and his own ECS suit unobliging. All he could hear were the mechanical sounds of the pumps still injecting more Red into his body. He stared up at the green Akronian sky, as his breathing became increasingly...

You're Welcome and Hopefully See You in the Imperium Soon

February 2025

On August 15th, 1977, a strong unidentified narrow-band radio signal from space was detected by Ohio State University’s Big Ear radio telescope. The astronomer who first saw the recorded signal realized how non-natural it looked and simply circled the readings and wrote “Wow!”It was subsequently dubbed the “Wow! Signal,”with the origin of the signal, and its strikingly artificial appearance remaining a mystery ever since its initial detection. This...

The Beginning After

July 2025

The setting sun peeked through the runewood mountains, casting long shadows across the ground. Cedric sat on a stump, carving elementary enchantments into neatly cut and thin runewood tablets handed to him by Isabel, who was sitting on another stump beside him. He fell into a rhythm, lost in his intricate engravings, driven by the metronome of Oswald’s axe striking the trunk of a runewood tree a couple of metres away. He was finishing an enchantment...