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Photo, movie scene, black and whitescene, In the desolate orbit of a dying star, the Forgotten Armada drifts silently, a fleet of starships lost to time. Each vessel is a masterpiece of ancient engineering, their hulls encrusted with space debris and scarred by the passage of millennia. Massive battleships, their cannons still pointed toward long-forgotten enemies, float alongside sleek cruisers and colossal cargo haulers, their cargo bays sealed with thick layers of frost. The largest ship in the fleet, the Eclipse Sovereign, looms like a sleeping giant. Its hull is blackened, its once-proud insignia faded and illegible, but its size and design still command awe. Inside, the corridors are dark and cold, lit only by the faint glow of emergency lights. Control panels flicker with ancient code, and the faint hum of dormant reactors echoes faintly. In the ship’s bridge, a single console suddenly flares to life, its holographic display casting an eerie glow over the frozen corpses of its former crew. A single, haunting message repeats in an ancient dialect: “Reclaim… the legacy.”