This is a place for musings and art of a world with three moons that spins around two suns, in space that is otherwise a void. A great galaxy is in the distance; the world’s peoples call it The Great Wheel. The origins of this world are shrouded in the previous cycles of birth, growth, decay and renewal, but one thing that has passed through the generations is its name — Villanova.
There are many nations on this planet, and a host of peoples – humans, taurcats, selkies – and the races of living machines that also came here. Each came from a world of its own, to settle this world that had no native sapient race. At least, none that they could see. But, nonetheless, this world has a voice, and the new races added to its chorus.