Following the Conquest, the eyes of Earth found purchase upon wider
realms. Where one world had become two, two became five beneath the four
crowns of the victorious blue world. As Mars yielded her secrets, the
shipyards of Luna and Telemachus Minor birthed ships embodying the
unearthed knowledge of lost races. With this, a tide of steel flowed out
from Sol, seeking to turn the five worlds into a dozen, or perhaps a
hundred.
The SMS Markgraf von Kessler was a cresting wave
upon this tide, though that didn’t save her from the hunger of a haunted
universe. Here she drifts above a nameless world that would eventually
be known as Sargon IV, though the mystery of her cargo and her loss are
still not fully understood.
Dedicated to all those crossing a wide abyss to an uncertain hope.
1 comment:
Very atmospheric composition, Mike. Always great to find such inspiring space art. :)
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