They go by many names: Novians, Concordians.

To outsiders, an unknown civilization.
To themselves, an agreement — fragile, contested, and older than the powers that tried to claim it.

Bound not by blood or crown, but by covenant, memory, and the accumulated weight of choices that reshaped a hemisphere, they never stopped asking who must carry them. Their history is not marked by kings or prophets, but by systems that refused to collapse — and by people willing to be bound by them.

Its strength was never certainty, but a refusal to let any single voice end the argument. What endures is not innocence, but responsibility: shared long enough to matter, an imperfect system that lasted far beyond what it should have.

Held together by people of ordinary origin, in ordinary circumstances.

These are their stories…