Spaceland · Night Flight

The Grey Traverse

Three moons up and a nebula burning on the far horizon. You fly low and quiet over a desert that belongs to someone else — a long procession of Greys walking their old road with amber lamps, mirrored salt pools, carved cliff paths through the foothills, then the pass into a valley washed in nebula light. At the end of it, a stone terrace, ringed with lamps, and a crescent of small grey figures waiting for you to land.

Best with sound on.