Year 4972, Skyspire AX From the towering control spire, flight commanders orchestrate the chaos—thousands of ships arriving, departing, and threading through the gravity rings in perfect synchrony. Every blip on the holographic displays is a mission, a risk, a story in motion. Below, on the vast docking platforms, crews in exo-rigs guide cargo, maintain engines, and prep vessels for the next jump. Above, starliners and freighters weave through the skyline, their fusion trails painting arcs again