As she went to leave the hangar Kaira was once again confronted by officials checking her visitor status, but this time it felt completely different. She was sure of her status and knew this wasn’t some form of trap. It was just part of the bureaucracy of visiting a station. And sure enough, she was soon making her way out into the corridors beyond the hangar.
The hangar hadn’t seemed that different from the two she’d been in before, but the corridor was shockingly different. Murals covered every inch of the wall, and many of the people thronging the corridor were brightly dressed.
She soon noticed there were four or five themes running through the clothing, combinations of colours that always appeared together even though the patterns were wildly different. Was she seeing some form
