A war veteran operates a solitary space beacon in the 23rd century, guiding ships through hyperspace while battling isolation and combat-induced PTSD.
A war veteran operates a solitary space beacon in the 23rd century, guiding ships through hyperspace while battling isolation and combat-induced PTSD.
For centuries, men and women have manned lighthouses to ensure the safe passage of ships. It is a lonely job, and a thankless one for the most part. Until something goes wrong. Until a ship is in distress. In the 23rd century, this job has moved into outer space. A network of beacons allows ships to travel across the Milky Way at many times the speed of light. These beacons are built to be robust. They never break down. They never fail. At least, they aren't supposed to.
will contain mild spoilers
No sexual content present.
Brief references to past combat and a spaceship destruction.
Occasional mild profanity in narration.
No substance use depicted.
No LGBTQIA+ representation.
No religious themes present.
No witchcraft or occult elements.
No evidence found in available sources.
Subtle themes of war's futility and the value of peace.
Recurring depiction of PTSD-related depression and mental health crises.
No abuse or suffering depicted.
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