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On our way into the next district, we take an oval aircraft that’s elongated at both ends and which propels itself through the air via a system of circular jets installed below the main engine. We cross over the grassy field and under the starry skies of the Astronicum district until we’re faced with a wall of blue liquid encased in a tank that’s the size of a seemingly never-ending tower. From several miles away, I can make out what appears to be figures of glass that float up and around the tower’s full expanse. Inside the glass tank, I notice pod-shaped vessels like our own as they pass each other, and we move between the silhouettes of shapes that move of their own accord, some in clusters and some which keep only to themselves.
The closer we get, the more a road of
