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| new_horizon_s_rest_cemetery [2025/12/06 14:11] – [Beta Age (2625 – 2631)] admin | new_horizon_s_rest_cemetery [2025/12/06 14:14] (current) – [Beta Age (2625 – 2631)] admin |
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| ==== Beta Age (2625 – 2631) ==== | ==== Beta Age (2625 – 2631) ==== |
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| Fresh-cut posts bordered the neatly raked grounds, their pale wood contrasting with newly laid basalt headstones that caught the orange-violet twilight. A ring of towering Asari-forest trees enclosed the site like a living wall — broad trunks rising 25 meters, their canopies rustling in warm evening breezes. The air smelled of damp loam, [[morningstar|Morningstar]] wood coffins, and faint incense drifting from funeral processions. Quiet murmurs, shovel strikes, and the creak of a [[hoos|Hoo]]-drawn hearse cart were the only sounds. Visitors felt solemn welcome: a place for final words beneath a sky of unfamiliar stars. | Fresh-cut boundary posts framed the cemetery in a loose, uneven line — some still bleeding sap, others already darkened by the humid twilight. The soil was raked as neatly as the settler crews could manage, yet the rows of graves expanded in small, irregular bursts, each new cluster marking another hard week for the colony. |
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| | The headstones themselves were frontier-hewn: edgy, matte-cut basalt slabs whose faces carried not only names and dates but an eclectic tapestry of Earthborn scripts. Kanji beside Cyrillic, Arabic beside Old English runes — choices guided as much by longing, memory, or family myth as by true ancestry. In the orange-violet light these characters caught faint reflections, giving the rows a quiet, shifting rhythm. |
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| | A ring of towering [[asari|Asari]]-forest trees enclosed the grounds like a natural amphitheater, their trunks rising 25 meters before flaring into rustling canopies. The air held the smell of damp loam, freshly planed Morningstar-wood coffins, and thin trails of incense drifting from slow-moving funeral lines. |
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| | Sound carried softly here: murmured prayers, the rhythmic strike of shovels, the harness creak of a Hoo-drawn hearse cart. Under the alien sky — unfamiliar stars wheeling overhead — mourners felt a solemn sense of arrival. For the first time since leaving Earth, the dead were returning to real soil, and the living gathered in a space that mixed loss with the fragile hope of belonging. |
| ==== Gamma Age (post-2631) ==== | ==== Gamma Age (post-2631) ==== |
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