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There is a disparity in my light

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  There is a disparity in my light Clarity, I've learned, doesn't guarantee a smooth landing. While the core recalibration manages the internal mechanics, you eventually have to look back out the window and confront the destination. Looking for a new perspective and a striking contrast to normalised assumptions, there is an abstraction to sort through. The abstraction gives way to a jagged, real-world landscape. As the light of intention widens, the splitting of the universe is somehow centred. On one side, there is a blinding, geometric clarity . The sharp, glowing decisions are on the horizon. It slices into deeply set teal patterns of clinical acceptance. It is the architectural precision of a fully realised destination that is cold and uncompromising. On the other side of the divide, the residue of regret refuses to be neatly filed away. They are vibrant, bleeding magentas and crash heavily like a restless king tide that refuses to stop. This is the whole of me. I carry...
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The Space Tourist Chronicles book one

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The Space Tourist Chronicles my first eBook

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by John Bennett (Author) AKA JJFBbennett

The Space Tourist Chronicles is a wild and hazardous space adventure in a post-collapse universe, following intrepid space tourists and their bio-engineered cyborg spoodle, Katcha, aboard their battered Subi spacecraft as they embark on a perilous journey filled with dangerous detours, celestial traffic jams, and encounters with unique cosmic phenomena.

by John Bennett (Author) AKA JJFBbennett

The story follows two space travellers, JB and BK, and their genetically-modified spoodle, Katcha, as they embark on a journey in their old freighter, the Subi. Their goal is to reach the mythical Outpost Aurum, a famed tourist destination.

Their journey first takes them to the Rumour Mill, a dangerous asteroid station, to acquire navigation charts for the treacherous Necropolis Corridor—a vast graveyard of derelict starships. While traversing the corridor, they are attacked by scavengers. Using her unique bio-engineered senses, Katcha identifies a weakness in the scavenger's equipment, allowing the crew to disable their attacker and escape.

Book one is a snapshot of arriving at their destination, where they discover that Outpost Aurum is not a station but a single, giant, luminous tree growing on a barren moonlet. Known as the Sunrise Tree, it stands as a breathtaking beacon of life and beauty in the desolate void, offering the weary travellers a moment of profound peace and wonder after their perilous journey.
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