Title: The Lullaby of the Neon Nebula
The void was not black; it was a bruised purple, illuminated by the drifting clouds of the Mycelium Nebula. We had been sailing through this iridescent haze for three generations, and in that time, the Earth had become less a planet and more a cathedral of silence. I am a Weaver, one of the few who can still "hear" the nebula. The fungus that clung to the hull of the ship didn't just grow; it...
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