A contribution by Ty53
Instead of the Elysian realms, they want to put us in an “alternative camp“. The galley slowly crosses the seemingly endless sea of potential, past billowing forms lightyears in diameter and still undecided what they will one day become.
The drums drone incessantly, we row in three sweaty shifts, changing every few centuries. In our cabins, an uplifting on-board programme awaits us, albeit interrupted a lot by advertising. There is plenty of lemonade and ambrosia. Some on board rumour that we are on our way to a penal colony, others that a planet for us has yet to be found or even built. But we will not allow anything to stifle our hope and longing for a new home.
(3/10. Next up: “Three Wishes“)