The land lies under one forest so old that its floor is buried in layers of fallen trunks. About 319,381 people remain from a population ten times larger and whole cities stand empty.
A drone meets any arrival carrying a weapon at the gate on sector 7 before trade talks begin. The greeting always opens with these two sentences: "There is no violence in the Dimensional Station. Violent offenders will be removed."

"A line about trade follows, different every time."
from Manual for Gate Arrival, by Vasigri
The world's gate opens on Dimensional Station sector 7. Passage costs ten credits a head and a thousand a hull. Cargo goes free.
"The ice floor remains solid though the fragments separate."
from The Drift of Salt and Steam, by Suvaufint
Rain comes in one season-long flood and then not at all for the rest of the year. The night sky burns with moving light bright enough to read by.
"Others want a fibre grown here that is stronger than steel wire."
from Song of the Broken Floor, by Pimaent
Steam drives mills, ships and a few railways. Fuel is the constant worry.