A new summer dawns. Creative sparks fly as the hammer falls down onto the anvil. There, molded in copper, it says "I pledge to create, spread cheer , and most of all; chill!"
Once they were the Sunscrapers; luxurious arcologies that symbolized the wealth and prosperity of Mercury. Today the Iron Spires stand like jagged memorials of all that was lost.
In the shadows of the Iron Spires, migrating along the terminator, walks Penumbra. Soldiers, mercenaries, and civilians alike warily watch the sky, always prepared for another Solar Pulse.