Humanity looks to the heavens and finds not salvation, but the end of days.
The motherships descend like voidsborne clouds, casting a shadow that will never lift from the cradle of man.
Earth is no longer a sovereign hearth; it is a resource to be harvested, a stable for a species that has forgotten what it means to look up without fear.
The stars we once dreamed of reaching have come down to claim us, and as the last resistance is crushed beneath the alien heel, humanity enters its long, quiet night.
...and the wheel turns, indifferent to the silence of the void.