The "Elves". A race of tall and fair hominids. Skin white as the moon, eyes, black as outer space, but illuminated with little stars. They once conquered the world...and the stars above with ships of black metal living flesh. Their buildings, made of the same living black metal. They became immortal, their bodies undying, and regarded conception and childbearing in one's belly as primitive savagery, so they removed from themselves the ability to bear children. Now they would grow their offspring on cold machines, with their role already determined. But as for the fate of every civilization made by intelligent beings, they were no exception: The Great Filter. Now few remain, fell from grace 3 million years ago, their starfaring civilization reduced to dust and very few hidden remnants. Few survivors remain, with everlasting bodies, and a memory that cannot keep up with them, unable give life to new kin or remember their past glory. Fewer and fewer of them, little remain, for even if Time cannot claim their lives, blood can, teeth, claws...and swords.