Trisolaris — Keirav Shah

The Three-Body Problem

In the sky of Trisolaris hang three suns, bound in a dance no mind can predict — the smallest difference grows until the future is unknowable. What you are watching is that dance, truly unfolding. It has never happened the same way twice.

For a time the suns move in harmony, and the planet knows a Stable Era — warmth, seasons, a sky that can be trusted. But harmony between three suns never lasts. When the dance unravels, the Chaotic Era begins, and every sunrise becomes a gamble — just as in Liu Cixin's Remembrance of Earth's Past.

The mint point is Trisolaris itself. Its surface burns and freezes with the wandering of its suns — the temperature you see is the planet's true reading — and its civilizations end the way the book says they do:

Destroyed by fire the planet wandered too near a sun, and the land burned.
Froze in an endless night carried too far from all three suns, into a cold that does not end.
Three suns rose at once a tri-solar day — three sunrises together, and nowhere to hide.
Tri-solar syzygy the suns stand in a single line, and their pull tears the world's surface away.
A sun escaped into the deep sometimes the dance flings a sun into the dark — and those that remain begin a new dance.

Each fallen civilization raises the count, and from the ruins a new one rises to count the suns again. On Trisolaris, there has always been a next civilization.

Chronicle of the Fallen

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