Stelloramise Very under construction. Newly built, ever growing, Primarily a personal notebook until properly fleshed out.

Year of the Moons Seven Hundred and Twenty Three. Twenty three years after the disastrous Centennial Fair. Three months after the sudden disappearance of the [group] people. A new era indeed. A skyrocketing industry, somewhat living harmoniously with nature. A battle between growing spirituality and progressing technology. A world to explore, perhaps more than is safe to. But where to first? Welcome stranger, to Stelloramise.