The Age of Peace lasted for one thousand years. In that time the Human race achieved a great many things, from managing the Earth wisely, to faster than light speed space travel. But there was much more. Racism, poverty, & hatred had been vanquished. War was no more. Profits were sought for in good kind deeds rather than in material gain. No one starved. No one suffered. All were loved. The Truth had set Humanity free.

Humans had, though, endured much over the ten centuries since the seven long years of the Tribulation. Of course not all of these achievements were made at the very beginning of the Age of Peace. In fact some had only just been achieved. Yet, during this Age, Humans had established a flourishing empire in space. And this great Human civilisation was not just your average empire, but one based upon enlightenment and above all peace: even though many of these achievements were far from being practiced at its establishment. It had, nonetheless, become the civilisation cherished by all others throughout the known galaxy.

Nothing, though, stays the same. All things change. So it was at the beginning of the Human story & so it was at the end. No one had expected it, least of all the Humans. Yet they had changed so much since the dark days of the Tribulation. But that was long ago. The Humans had passed their Rubicon: their Catharsis in a time of pain & suffering. The Human race had left all their waring troubles behind long, long ago. They had truly changed. Even the Ancients gave them much hope.

Then it suddenly happened. All Humans experienced it, save for a few rouges. They, however, no longer mattered, for they had left behind long ago what it meant to be Human. Nevertheless, to this great empire, numbering numerous planets, an attacker unwisely came. This attacker would not be, however, victorious. Instead, he would be defeated through mysterious means. Furthermore, the great attacker was obliterated for eternity. Meanwhile, the Human race, at the zenith of its most magnificent moment, simply vanished.

No one knows where they went.

No one knows if they will return.
 

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