I have drawn a lot of inspiration from idle click and space exploration games, and some of these throw away phrases can very easily become revolutionary and cultural transformative things.
Life imitates art, and art imitates life
From the cradle to the grave, the small things that define every human life.
Part of the Fermi Paradox, the Great Filter is one of the explanations as to why intelligent alien life hasn't been discovered.
In settings where there are long established underworld thief, criminal and otherwise ne'er do wells there is going to be a system of heraldry associated with those who live in and rule from the shadows.
Why is magic used by so few when it is so much use?
Knowing is Half the Battle, red and blue lasers are the other half.
The plague of the Petroleum Era, the true bane of organized government
The first Renaissance was kickstarted by the Crusades and trade, the second Renaissance was fueled by a looming global crisis and international cooperation
A foundation 'Secret' of the Cosmic Era
The commericaly available firearms of the Cosmic Era
One of the events regularly overlooked in the history of the Cosmic Era is the Population Contraction that was concurrent with the Second Dark Age.
A re-evaluation of the basic concept of Man vs. Nature
In the art of several ancient kingdoms is was customary to stylize the monsters depicted. Even the most comely of elves would be drawn with too-pointed face and too-slanted eyes, to keep the up-standing human community of the kingdoms from thinking of the elves as being better than themselves.
It is easy to forget in our fast paced globally connected world what the reality of village life would have been like.
The races of Kuramen are a strange lot, descending down a long lineage from the First Race; prone to dramatic evolutions and born to a world divided, each does the best it can to survive.
In pretty much every single sci-fi there is one thing common for all the seemingly different faster-than-light drives.
Nano-technology - Not Sufficiently Advanced, as per the Arthur C. Clarke gold standard of sufficiently advanced technology.
A desolate region is almost entirely without normal vegetation. Local plants are able to unroot themselves and crawl along the ground in search of water and fertile soil. The inhabitants fence their crops in to keep them from wandering off and put heavy stone thresholds in the doorways of their huts to keep wayward plants out.
The plants sense by chemical cues, lacking sight or hearing, and tend to avoid herbivores or anything that smells of "dead plants". Characters with horses are likely to be unwelcome among the locals.