The campfire gleams. Don’t be shy. Come a little closer. The wood crackles, the flames dance, the smoke billows towards the stars. Family and friends from all over the galaxy have arrived here to gather and remember their roots. Here, take a seat.

Words scamper under flickering shadows and drift through the night. Can you catch them?

The Tale of Tekt Nine-Claw, the one who found the lost colony of Huxxis V…
… Osal One Eye’s untimely demise, the bane of the Dragon’s Egg…
And Moko Strarm himself, who found the dragon!

Stories twirl and stitch themselves together, weaving tapestries of dashing young Balra soaring beyond the faintest stars in the sky. They scurry, explore, fight, escape, encountering the wondrous, the great, the eerie, the macabre.

…you’ve heard the one about Chokri Allkin, no?
Bested 3 AIs… I heard it was 4… well, he outsmarted all of them…
But! The clock he took had more to it than meets the eye…

Tales are told till the stars grow tired. People come and go but slowly begin to dwindle. It’s getting cold. The dawn beckons.

But wait – a line, a loose tapestry thread, flutters alone in the dying embers. It seems to be whispering.

The Tale of the One Who was Forgotten…
…Gesh Haluk was his name. The youngest…
For one must be forgotten for all to be remembered…
… so the stars speak their names…never recalling…
He who proclaimed them throughout the galaxy.

The light from the fire fades. The thread, faint and fragile, scatters in the breeze.

Well. Every tapestry begins with a thread.