Never thought Space was where I belonged. Mom kept me rooted in our small town but the first chance I got to go to space I was hooked. There were so many different kinds of people out here. I found an alien that adores me. A family I would die for. A future spoken to me in visions that cross time of a female Axalairian, Aracne.
Her people were 25 thousand years extinct, with no mention in the history books as to why. Their religion is strangely similar to Earth's Golden Age of Myth. Aracne, haunts me, sends me visions of things to come. Shows me the ignorance of humans and a life full of joy. I just wish I knew why? 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