Welcome to Eden!
Living symbolises resistance and freedom at the same time to the peoples who belong to the stars. It's resistance to the laws of the Universe that by all means suggest they should not really be there at all. Around every corner is broad opportunity for a mortal wound. It's freedom from the crushing weight of Earth's gravity, it's expectations and compulsory duties. Freedom to immerse yourself in light's beauty and silence's solace. It is anarchy and tyranny to live amongst the stars and only those who had to, ever tried -- and those who have shattered their souls trying. Planet Zero is a Cenotaph to the ancients, full of arrogance and revelling in it's auto-annihilation. Not content with slowly boiling the atmosphere or cremating the forests, one day they became jealous of those above. Leering with hateful eyes of the joy of the future, of a divergent path and all it's promises, while they were yet bound in iron shackles to Hell's gaping maw. It had reached the final form of self-made shit-dump, and could only find anyone but itself to blame. Out of jealousy and spite the Common Ground was scorned and in just under a year (their new record) destroyed near-all of our species' accumulated achievements. They had become tied up too much in their own dangerous gravity, now bringing us all to orbit the abyss. Corpses burnt up in atmospheres as missiles ejected them from their orbital habitats; the first saplings extinguished. Their AI matrices turned on the people they once served(and never again would an 'Intelligence' be trusted). Millions across the colonies and settlements from the largest of capitals to the tiniest hamlet were sentenced to Gaia's inferno. Earth had become unfamiliar to its estranged children, a doppelganger and cruel fascimile of the warm, sun-lit embrace of sanctuary it once represented. It became hostile territory. Having performed one final act of hate -- frothing at their mouth over the future, hating it, wishing to stamp it out before they passed into irrelevance. All the things that woudl come to pass, the impossibilities that would be cured. Space, where we could exhume the blotted, rotting corpse of God and kill Him for real. The pit of the Earth was firmly entrenched in Satan's bosom, and he would now never let it go. Formed to protect an entire species and all of its safe-places from that ever-present fear of alien forces coming to knock on our door, Concordat determined that the Earth itself had become alien to us. Crawling surface-dwellers could nevermore be considered members of the human corpus. Forevermore would Planet Zero be denied the right to the Universal tapestry, a future a hundred generations had given their lives to. They have the liberty to live in die in ignorance, and destroy themselves as they had: but they shall never hurt our daughters again. The slightest hint of warfare against the heirs to Creation would result in Planet Zero's final sentence. And oh, how those in orbit wished to press the trigger -- even if they'd shed a tear while doing it. Every secret lies behind the event horizon, and all will be uncovered. They have escaped a dangerous gravity, and wish for only love and hope.

Welcome to Eden!

Living symbolises resistance and freedom at the same time
to the peoples who belong to the stars.

It's resistance to the laws of the Universe that by all means suggest they should not really be there at all. Around every corner is broad opportunity for a mortal wound.

It's freedom from the crushing weight of Earth's gravity, it's expectations and compulsory duties. Freedom to immerse yourself in light's beauty and silence's solace.

It is anarchy and tyranny to live amongst the stars and only those who had to, ever tried -- and those who have shattered their souls trying.

Planet Zero is a Cenotaph to the ancients, full of arrogance and revelling in it's auto-annihilation. Not content with slowly boiling the atmosphere or cremating the forests, one day they became jealous of those above. Leering with hateful eyes of the joy of the future, of a divergent path and all it's promises, while they were yet bound in iron shackles to Hell's gaping maw.

It had reached the final form of self-made shit-dump, and could only find anyone but itself to blame.
Out of jealousy and spite the Common Ground was scorned and in just under a year (their new record) destroyed near-all of our species' accumulated achievements. They had become tied up too much in their own dangerous gravity, now bringing us all to orbit the abyss.

Corpses burnt up in atmospheres as missiles ejected them from their orbital habitats; the first saplings extinguished. Their AI matrices turned on the people they once served(and never again would an 'Intelligence' be trusted).

Millions across the colonies and settlements from the largest of capitals to the tiniest hamlet were sentenced to Gaia's inferno.

Earth had become unfamiliar to its estranged children, a doppelganger and cruel fascimile of the warm, sun-lit embrace of sanctuary it once represented. It became hostile territory. Having performed one final act of hate -- frothing at their mouth over the future, hating it, wishing to stamp it out before they passed into irrelevance. All the things that woudl come to pass, the impossibilities that would be cured. Space, where we could exhume the blotted, rotting corpse of God and kill Him for real.

The pit of the Earth was firmly entrenched in Satan's bosom, and he would now never let it go.

Formed to protect an entire species and all of its safe-places from that ever-present fear of alien forces coming to knock on our door, Concordat determined that the Earth itself had become alien to us. Crawling surface-dwellers could nevermore be considered members of the human corpus. Forevermore would Planet Zero be denied the right to the Universal tapestry, a future a hundred generations had given their lives to.

They have the liberty to live in die in ignorance, and destroy themselves as they had: but they shall never hurt our daughters again. The slightest hint of warfare against the heirs to Creation would result in Planet Zero's final sentence. And oh, how those in orbit wished to press the trigger -- even if they'd shed a tear while doing it.

Every secret lies behind the event horizon, and all will be uncovered. They have escaped a dangerous gravity, and wish for only love and hope.