The time for remembering is past, the ancient names that once rang hallowed inside of temples, halls, and throne rooms is long gone. Replaced is the emptiness of a dying world, circled by the cosmic deathbird, a world without hope, bereft of spirit, polluted and corrupted. But the navel of the cosmos is centered on the Sol system in the Edge Space of what is to become the Imperium… and it cannot be allowed to die. The ancient names ring out once more, as they return to prevent a calamitous death of mankind. Many still have descendants, obscure cults, some even still full religions. Others are adopted by those seeking power. In the end, the living “gods” take their children to the stars – a great exodus, a diaspora of humanity. What is left on “earth” are factions waring for control of a cosmic wellspring, some for themselves, others in the name of “humanity”, and still others in the name of the Firsters. It may be millions of years before the children of the disapora encounter one another, but in the quiet aftermath a battle rages for control of the dreams and nightmares of a million species.
dreams are important – they fuel ___
nightmares create ____