Space was where I belonged. The first chance I got to go to space I was hooked. There were so many different people out here. I found an alien that adores me. A family I would die for. A future spoken to me in visions by a female Axalairian, Aracne.
Aracne's people have been dead for 25 000 years. With no mention in the history books as to why. Aracne, haunts me, shows me the ignorance of people afraid of life and the joys. I just wish I knew how? I'm a Xeno-archaeology student. I guess I am going to have to put my skills to use and find the Axalairian's Oracle.
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