Shadows of the Night

By the time Nyxander and his subordinates arrived at Gravity Astro Station, the brilliance of the galaxy had long succumbed to the embrace of darkness. The cold breeze whistled through the narrow streets, threading between buildings like an unseen specter, carrying with it the murmurs of merchants closing their stalls and the idle chatter of passerby. The once-vivid night galaxy was now a canvas of deep indigo, its stars veiled behind shifting astroids, their distant glow struggling to pierce through the abyss.

Their late arrival left little room for wandering. Seeking shelter for the night, they scoured the district for a place to rest, their search leading them to a modest inn nestled within the bustling heart of the station. Unlike the streets outside, which still carried the lively echoes of a city refusing to sleep, the inn was calmer, a quiet hum of conversation filling the air, accompanied by the rhythmic clinking of cups against wooden tables.