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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...

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In our time of relative peace, there are those who will forthrightly blame others to gain ascension.
They seek revenge through blinded principles.
But it is foolish for our society to gain prosperity from grounds of wrong.
To gain via perceive threats is untenable.
Centuries of thought have passed and still our want to employ hate lingers.
That is, to stop others and to gain our wants through forced misfortune.
And as our inflictions grow in number so does our determination.
Us theirs and ours cannot be decisively contained.
The more our empowered profiles gain clarity the less our perceived enemy is defined.
Until our enemy has no humanity that we can describe.
Until only shouts of evil and defiance describe only our state of understanding.
Within this scenario of threat, our real purpose is deliberately camouflaged.
And us we and they can no-longer see and or remember what was.
This is how our leading few maintains normalization.
Scratch this delusion and you will see that it is ourselves who are actually broken.
Our way of life is the tragedy of which we will not openly speak.
Our cost of understanding is misfortune.
Our consumption of self-hate is profitable.
We hate them for solace.









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