Beyond the realms of the roaring engines of gargauntaun battleships suspended in the zero gravity of space, some engaged in clashes with other equally gargauntaun battleships, and beneath the veils of anonymity that shroud the countless silhouettes that dot the governmental chambers which participate in endless and blaring debates on matters of astronomical weight in the multitude of astropolitical amphitheatres there lies a silent echo which can be heard if one listens close enough. The echo, whose volume is no greater than a faint whisper, carries the voices of the innumerable masses which sweat and toil unto eternity in the factories, the fields and the spaces of space. This thread is dedicated to all those voices, both inaudible and deafening, it is the dedicated home to stories and narratives that have yet to be told, or which have been banished to the dusty archives of history, and to stories that have been told a myriad of times but which may still be told a myriad more.
Come forth, you murmurs of past, present and future!