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In 2295, a research station at Arcturus made contact with an unknown starfaring species who departed after a few days of fruitless communication attempts. One year later, they returned.

There are fewer and fewer spaces where people can come together, especially for free. Scotland's small press community has weathered chronic underfunding whilst watching local creative spaces vanish beneath spiralling costs. Convention tables that foster careers have become unaffordable, many of the stepping stones that turn hobbyists into professionals have simply ceased to exist.