Two thousand four hundred years ago, the Stereoscopic City of Verne was a bustling metropolis. The Empire's expeditionary fleets resupplied here, bathed in the brilliant light of the Divine Emperor's blessings.
The Supreme Sage was born here.
Great pioneers charted the course, seeking a new home in the Dark Cosmos.
In those days, the nascent Verne thrived, full of vigor. In the name of the Divine Emperor and the Empire, it became a torch in the boundless darkness, illuminating the way for all who journeyed forth and guiding lost Imperial merchant caravans back home.
Six hundred years ago.
The fourth Lord of the Empire, witnessed by the Regent Council and the High Table Nobility, signed a decree declaring an end to the endless expedition.
The years turned, and time wore away everything here.
Officials from the Ministry of Internal Affairs stripped this world of its last chunk of ore, and the Radiant Waymarks transported away the final industrial relics of the expedition era.
