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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, "august orleans" is the locals name for the only city worth a damn, I can't even remember the official designation, probably learned before my envoy training took effect, So now here I am, homeworld of the glittering sundancer, pretense mating with circumstance in backwater marshlands, 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,