Clear Skies for The Thunderhead

In a shattered world of steel and steam, vast cradles of bygone eras cut through the clouds. So it is, the Earth sings superheated hymns in molten fields, and humanities hubris chokes the last vestiges of life from its skies. Your story starts with a terrible truth, a tale of a golden age fumbled and felled. Now, Earths once mighty prestige languishes in vast machinations of orbiting spires. A clockwork corpse running rings through her atmosphere; colonies, scattered, save the arms passing - humanities last true salvation. Teetering on the edge, will you inspire a rebirth, a revolt, or burn it all down?