When we would gaze up at the sky, we couldn't help but wonder what was out there. The heavens were a place of constancy and uniformity, the stars and planets were there and they always would be—steady and unchanging.

Instead, we have learned that the cosmos is a seething cauldron of activity, as alive and vibrant as any one of us.

Stars are born, shine and explode; stellar winds blow huge storms of gas across interstellar space; black holes devour all they touch; galaxies collide with each other, spraying stars into eternity.

And spacetime itself grows larger by the minute.

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The year is 2188.

The Earth is at constant war with extraterrestrial beings, the reason: colonization. Technology has grown at an alarming rate but at a cost. Oceans, plants, and some species of animals have been completely wiped off the face of the Earth; oxygen dissipating. The only habitable place on Earth is within a dome, created by scientists, manufacturing our own synthetic oxygen. We call this place Illumination City. The world could end at any moment, yet we continue to live as though nothing goes on outside the dome.

This is our home now.