Once, the blinking lights of Jita IV felt like home. The chatter, the markets, the predictable safety of the star lanes—it was a life of endless noise. Now, the only sound is the static hum of the Anoikis localized reality, and the only light comes from distant, unnamed nebulae.

I am a navigator of the shifting void. I trade the certainty of the secure star systems for the volatile freedom of the unstable connections. Here, the map changes with every jump, and your survival is measured not by your wallet, but by the integrity of your bulkheads and the speed of your reflexes.

The empires have their borders; I have the infinite.

This is my domain.