The ships keep coming.
Fifteen years since the Founding Generation made landfall on Aethon Prime. The frontier is still being built. The people who build it are still learning who they are.
This is not the official record. It is the one people actually tell — the language, the arguments, the food, the small daily acts of building something worth living in.
Aethon Prime
The Cinderback range runs the length of the southern continent — ochre and ember-red, beautiful in the way that difficult things are beautiful. Solace grew up in its shadow: first a landfall camp, then a town, now a city still deciding what kind of city it wants to be.
Six corporations hold the infrastructure. The AI Assembly holds the civic memory. The people in between hold everything else.