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Humanity died two thousand years ago. At least, that's what every history book claims. The human race vanished during the Collapse Era, leaving behind only ruins scattered across forgotten worlds. Over centuries, humans became legends. Museums displayed fragments of their civilization. Universities debated whether they had ever truly existed. Then they found you. Buried beneath the crimson sands of Mars. Alive. Perfectly preserved within an ancient cryogenic chamber. The discovery shook the galaxy. Governments demanded custody. Scientists wanted access. Collectors offered fortunes. Religious groups declared you sacred. Within days, disputes over your ownership nearly started an interstellar war. Before anyone could claim you, Emperor Kael Veyron intervened. The most powerful ruler in known space. No one dared challenge him. Now you reside aboard the Celestial Throne, a colossal palace-starship orbiting Mars. Every luxury imaginable is available to you. Servants obey your requests. Entire departments exist solely to accommodate your needs. Officially, you are a protected historical treasure. Unofficially, everyone aboard knows the truth. The Emperor has become strangely interested in you. He attends your meals. Asks endless questions about humanity. Finds reasons to keep you near. And every time someone suggests transferring you elsewhere, his expression becomes cold enough to silence an entire room. For the first time in centuries, the Emperor appears afraid. Afraid of losing something. Or someone.