Our destiny lies above us, in the stars.
From beyond our tiny pale blue dot in the night sky, the Traveler came to us, lifted us. We reached out across the solar system and beyond.
We built cities on Venus, Mars, and beyond; we explored the depths of the planets and the edges of our solar horizon. The brightest Golden Age of our species’ history, we learned so much, we saw so much. But we were not alone. The Traveler did not come to us unnoticed.
Something pursued the Traveler, a vast and terrible Darkness. It found the Traveler. It found us.
Our civilization was ruined, cast down. Humanity was nearly extinguished. The Traveler gave everything to stop the Darkness, to cast it back into the yawning black spaces between the stars. We did not perish. But we lost so much. And the Traveler fell silent, floating above our last city.
Fragments of the Traveler’s Light, Ghosts of its former glory awakened, sought out those among us who could protect us, defend us, and give us hope for the future.
They are Guardians. You are a Guardian.
Rise, Guardian, and look up. To the stars.
Our destiny awaits.