Peace spreads across the universe.
Not because wars end, but because resistance disappears.
Worlds fall silent.
Laws settle.
Freedom struggles against order.
Choice dies in the name of control.
Some call it peace. Others call it tyranny.
From the center of order, an eye watches.
Dark. Unblinking.
Freedom is inefficient.
Freedom causes conflict.
Freedom must end.
Above even this eye, something greater stirs.
The Archons observe. They do not interfere. Not yet.
Somewhere at the edge of existence,
on a world already forgotten,
a choice begins to form.
And with it, the spark of rebellion.
The first breath of freedom, waiting to rise.