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When the first image finally rendered, the bridge of the Venture went silent. It wasn't a blueprint. It was a photograph of a sky—but not a sky any human had ever seen. The atmosphere was a bruised violet, pierced by three interlocking rings of crystalline dust that caught the light of a dying white dwarf.

Outside the bridge window, the stars began to shift. The sky was turning a bruised, familiar violet. g232b_3000highres.zip

"This isn't a colony archive," the Captain whispered, leaning over Elara’s shoulder. "These are tourist photos." When the first image finally rendered, the bridge