From Alpha Green IV: "The average afternoon hum over crystalline surfaces is less deafening this year. The Seven Singers suspended their chanting as the three suns aligned yesterday. Return for evening fades, where the pink aura bathes the scorched plains."
Planetary pod Z9 on Pūorsa Gardens: "Rumor has it, magnetic petals bend toward the erratic dance of meteorites grazing through distant star showers at precisely five-hour intervals. Enjoy a rejuvenating drift-scape, submerging senses in an oozing blueness."
Indigo Moon Base, Sector Twelve: "Canteen séances hold their nostalgia. Molecular olfac-diffusers escapeot edible ancestral soilances scape. Nothing dares disturb the complacent sway of subterranean fungus habits anymore. Join for brew convergence at local node."
Watch the galaxy spin: