Gone are their worlds. Actions taken that silenced these places for a thousand years. The echo of distant cannons forgotten, the souls of their victims evaporated, claimed by the void. A new epoch now, a different era.
Long after the cold and the dark came to claim everything, smoldering under the ashes of memory, we find the veins and arteries of their civilization. Clusters of roots, cavernous extensions of what they lost, that drive themselves deep into the earth. Potent icons of existential dread, of what is gone. Their meaning is unknown, but not unknowable.
These RELICS will bring to light what we have forgotten, ancient memories of their catastrophe, so we can learn how not to replicate it.
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