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Space Tourist Chronicles Station One

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  The Space Tourist Chronicles: Station One narrative The Space Tourist Chronicles  playlist The Space Tourist Chronicles Station One narrative details specific locations and the challenges inherent in traversing the cosmos. Rumour Mill Stopover Station Function: Billed as a "stop and revive" sanctuary, offering "respite and rejuvenation during cosmic journeys." It serves as a hub for "caffeine and herbal revitalizers" and ship services. Aesthetic and Experience: It's a "dreamlike haven" with "soft, ethereal light" and "intricately detailed and ornate walls," blending "retro-futuristic aesthetics with organic, flowing lines." It offers "personalised environments" including "Dreamscape Suites" and "zero-gravity meditation gardens." Reality Perception: The station challenges perception, with mirrors acting as "shimmering gateways" to memories or visions, where "the ta...

Godin Equilibrium




I woke up this morning and I felt a pain in my brain.
It was like all had changed and all will continue to change.
Nothing was left as the same.
And in this remorse I was the only one who  knew.
I just can't  believe it,   no-one would believe  in what I had to say.
So I yelled hard and long about all the injustices that has occurred.
I stomped my feet hard to the ground.
I punched through  the air to sporn my stance of knowing .
I spat deceit at society.
But no one knew for me and no-one wanted the goodness within my heart.
I became increasing alone.

In this life I can grasp the future.
I see visions of what's it's to be.
Messages  decrypt and whisper their intent to me.
I cannot find my way to you.
The more I warn the more you ignore me.
The greater the detail the less you want to know.
I began to hate you.

Where can I cry with my love watching over me?
When can I celebrate  when everything I state eventually unravels into loneliness?
The ground is trembling.
I feel it in my feet.
It disturbs  my standing.
I have lost my equilibrium.
But I cannot  reach out for help.
I will not reach out for help.
I pity your own mistaken and intended faults.
Strike me down whilst it's what you want to do.
I want you to stike me down.
I want to feel our pain.



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