History of the Galaxy

No one knows what happened, how humans arrived where they are, or how they became the trend on the Galaxy, but if there's something sure, is that something must have happened for almost identical species to have appeared in multiple places of the Galaxy, with common genetical, biological, and language ancestry to be traceable.
It is a mystery how anything could have been as it has, or why there are common myths, stories and legends about the past on all 3 of the Mother Worlds, but that's exactly how it is.
No one seems to have a clue, except some crazy people already into psychiatric organizations, but there is a dark past common for al human species today: the planet of Terra.
Truth is, no one will probably ever know what it was or could have been, away from millennia of stories and legends about it, ad one of those legends would be created by the so called "Master of the Novus", Sir. Jolk Fero which quickly spread to the entire Galaxy.

Characteristics

The "book" itself contains only 3 chapters, the first one being a massive story unrelated with anything else within it, and the second and third being very short, dense, philosophical chapters thought to be written during a very long period of time, mainly because of its irregularities, inconclusive end, multiple contradictory, generic and inconclusive arguments, and a missing conductive thread of the entire point that is trying to be made.
The author itself is kind of a mystery, as it is unknown if it was Fero who truly wrote the entirety of the book or if it was one of his disciples who helped him, not only because of the varying writing styles, but also because of the contradictory arguments in chaper two and three.

Contents:

Terra

A planet, now forgotten, once stood gracefully at the outermost layer of the Colossuss Galaxy. "The Blue Marble" was once called. It was a marvel of biodiversity and evolution, mixed with perfect conditions for life to appear within an oxygen rich atmosphere. It was covered in different colors, cultures, languages, and identities, but overall, leaded by one species, a species so intelligent and optimistic that managed to reach outer space and land on their only satellite, and later build their own smaller ones.
This species was the most intelligent thing that the Galaxy had produced, and stood gracefully at the top of their evolution, and even after two suicide attempts, there was peace, a peace that lasted generations. The species had finally managed to learn from their mistakes and progress into the future, their common future, avoiding many thermonuclear wars, a climate emergency, a 20 meter water rise and totalitarian and anarchist politics and politicians.
All good things must come to an end, and the human race, as they called themselves, couldn't avoid their past mistakes and finally had to abandon the ship in order to guarantee their survival. As the end was clearly near, a group of numerous optimistic, intelligent and very varied individuals had to set sail out of their land, their home, their common home, trying to complete a mission that would not only save their home, but themselves, from complete obliteration.
And so this species spread to closest and farthest systems, some of them achieving their gol through generations, but some failing, later to be found and recovered by more advanced governments. The adventurers had made it. The species had survived the apocalypse to later recover, forget about their past mistakes and their past with it, and step forward to an unclear future of reconciliation and discover.
From there, the whole Galaxy, most of the times forcefully, had to learn that their goal was achieved, expanding to uncover forgotten technologies and to discover some more.

Novus

Where before stood war between equals, where before there were multiple religions with numerous Gods and laws, where once there were cultural identities and nationalities, now stood peace amongst brothers, peaceful faith organizations, and prosperity through multiculturalism. All wars would come to an end, all enemies would unite under peace, and all great wonders would be left behind to create some more. The Galaxy itself would be impressed with the posterior achievements.
God himself had to be searched before accepting its inexistence. War itself had to be uncovered before accepting peace on its purest form. Diversity would have to be accepted as a permanent way of living before its imminent destruction.
At the end, and once everything was destroyed by the menace phantom that time proved to be, the entirety of what had been achieved had to be reorganized, left behind, and utterly destroyed before it could ever be shown on its pure form. A race doomed to fail would prove to be the most amazing vehicle for peace and cooperation between species after its time had come. People with such a deep understanding of how everything worked that just was never going to give up. They just would not accept failure as a viable option, and once time had came and shown to their eyes, directly standing on their faces and pointing at what of a monstrous thing they had created, they woke up, stood strong on their feet, and threw their past shadow away.
And during all this time, many, many friends and enemies of the superior mind came to dismiss what they actually were, and each and every time they had consolidated their idea, the men stood still, sometimes feeling overpowered by these sailors of the cosmos, but no, this race was not a normal one. This race had overcame so many challenges and trials that something big had to happen. This wasn't one of those jokes God had made to enjoy its creation, no. This wasn't just one race as any the master had created, no, no. The master had actually took time to put all the pieces together as well as we know he did. He had done its job and had done it well.
His creation would be fulfilled with extreme power, a power uncontrollable for many, and unintelligible for many more. A power, such a huge power, not even they knew they had it until the master himself had shown it clearly to them. And so it was born, a new era. A new golden millennia of centuries and centuries to come, each bringing joy and peace to the face of the creation itself, and giving it a mind, a complex symptom of evolution and thoughtfulness by the master. The creation was perfect. The creation was all that there had to be for prosperity to exist, for anxiousness to disappear, and for peace, sometimes forced and sometimes created, to renew the creation itself, as wide and long as it might be. And so the creator could then enjoy, seeing its creation not only not fail, but grow bigger to overcome him until he was destroyed, thorn into pieces, and sometimes told to be just a creation of its own creation, proving the amazingness that the actual creation had accomplished.