1011 It is Called Civilization

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The sound of a world breaking echoed. As energy beyond the tolerable limit piled, the dimensions broke as if they were frozen glaciers, revealing the dazzling silver and blue runes that were behind it.

Like gears or blossoming layers of flower petals, the runes that clicked together had been the bounded field of the world the Creators inscribed to nurture the growth of the world itself. Even as they rotated peacefully within the dimensions, the cycles within Stellaris would be maintained and its World Barrier augmented, allowing what had been an absolutely normal world to grow into the state that it presented itself now.