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dust off your creole as you'll need it, sight the cobwebs like ligands, their gleaming strands sharper than razorwire Marie Laveau would love it here though I doubt she'd adjust too well to the gravity, 0.3g doesn't take well to the few people I've met that were actually born on earth, "Aeturna 1b" is a long way from their home and not too many want to stay in cryosleep for a decade, and once you arrive, "Nouvelle Sainte-Domingue" is the local name for the only city worth a damn, I can't even remember the official designation, probably learned before my envoy conditioning took effect, So now here I am, homeworld of the skydocks, where just two decades ago they finished assembling the largest spacecraft ever built, "Glittering Sundancer", using salvaged martian tech from the fallen orbitals, pretense mating with circumstance in backwater marshlands I suppose, Skyscrapers sinking ever deeper into the swamps And predictably I can feel it beginning, the grating of impulse in my mind, like an itch I just can't scratch, Gods, what might I have done for you to send me to this planet I wonder fantastic scifi, intriguing grand narrative, ultra-detailed, professional cinematic concept-art, painting, epic, eye catching details, golden hour,