Simulations:
“'Burning-Haze-Glory-Scattered.'” A star surrounded by the remnants of a supernovae cloud, its predecessor detonated for material and seeded with simple creatures of dust and vortex, a solar system of nought but mist and swirling traces blazing against surrounding dark. Its inhabitants form ribbons as long as continents and as thin as water-film on glass.
“'Sky-Terraces-Spin-Rimward-to-Dusk.'” A world covered in ridged triangles, land-masses cradled between retaining walls and waterfalls so high that wisps of steam boil off into space. A world of stairsteps, vertical planes, unnatural formations, impossible heights held together by girder and gravity-shunt.
“'Gazing-Reflections-Recursive-to-Fall-in-Time.'” A vast sheet of chained particles aligned in perfect symmetry, a mirror for galaxies to admire their fires. Invisible, until one notes that the universe is divided, and equal, and false.
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