An age of golden glories has passed Man by. Gone are the halcyon days where Humanity's grip of the stars was alike that of a ladder rung, one after the other, up and further up toward the heavens. Earth, Terra, Gaia... Our humble home and birthing cradle is lost among a field of stars, much like one grain of sand lost within a desert. Our Homeworld is but one such casualty, for when Mankind's incandescent ambitions came crashing down—the pillars upon which they stood rotten with acquisitive hubris—much was lost, never to be remade or remembered.
It has been said that one thousand petty empires, kingdoms, and fiefs have risen and fallen in the shadow of Man's greatness, each screaming cessation taking with it a remnant of what once was and what could have been again. When was it that Man took its first steps from the primordial mists of Genesis? When was it that Man first reached a hand toward the heavens and decided that it was there, among the voidsea, that our destinies lay? Why did the best of us simply disappear? None can say, for none remember in this stagnate, wasting period of Mankind's history.
Monarchies reign over the stars and those who live within their dim light. Technology once abundant is hoarded by kings and queens, khans and the like, to revel in their absolute power. With infinite wealth in raw resources, Humanity itself is now the precious and limited treasure that our masters war over, sacrificing millions to attain the trillion that exist around them. The oligarchs of the past have finally become gods, allowed to attain such statuses because they were not stopped in the years before their ascendance. They cling to immortality as tightly as their despotic grip strangles us to death, clawing for more and more power even as Mankind marches onward unto the End in time with its own deathknell.
One thing is certain, however: Humanity’s worst impulses did not follow us to the stars. No, they were clutched—jealously—to our breast as we marched into Empyrean to begin our conquering anew. This could have been prevented. Alas, here we are.
Upon the Eve of Oblivion.
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What is Dominionsfall?[]
Dominionsfall is a closed-group science fiction narrative/world building project exploring Humanity's decline in the far future, unique in its science fantasy themes and tone while built upon a foundation of hard science fiction physics, steeped in biopunk speculation, and gripped by the specters of Hauntology.