Above, us, in the dark shadows of the outer solar system, there is the shape of something unknown, something unspeakable. It waits, it bides its time, and as the days of summer grow longer, so does its voice grow louder.<br><br>On the quiet island of Sarah Ann in the Pacific Ocean, home of the renowned Firmament Foundation, awkward teenager Eirian Calohan has come in search of the mystery of their father's recent demise. Instead, they are confronted with the stark contrast between languid life on the tiny island and an unspeakable cosmic horror.<br><br>Together with their new friends, they set out to unravel the truth surrounding the death of their father and to also uncover just what it is that the Foundation has reached out to in the dark eternal night of the distant void.

All Cats Are Beautiful

“I’m fine,” she said again, uncertain if she had replied the first time.


Around her, the owbs closed in, filling her consciousness with their presence, weighing down on her, drowning her in the fog of their shadow. She turned her head slowly. Her neck felt stiff, her muscles tight, and it felt as if years passed, until, turning her head again, buoyant in the water, she found herself no longer surrounded by the shadows of others, and no longer in the dark, but with a piercing light blossoming above her head as she squinted and swayed, and pulled away with her stubby appendages from the throne into which she was tied in the vast cargo hold of the Ayanami


“President Labyrinth,” came the voice of the young man through the implant at the base of her neck. “President Labyrinth, please confirm your arrival.”


“Here,” she grunted breathlessly and stepped from the throne, taking a moment to gaze on the stacked pods, each containing their own throne, their own meow.


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