The artist-collective habitat hung in neutral space like a massive, breathing sculpture. Old Echo Architect seeds had grown it over decades into twisting spires and flowing chambers that constantly shifted with the moods of its residents. Today, the League had turned it into the Resonance Canvas Festival.
Artists from League colonies, refugee fleets, and a few cautious Mirror circles gathered to build one massive living mural. The goal was simple: counter Purity propaganda with something real, something shared.
The habitat would reshape itself based on the collective output. Success meant a new permanent Nexus extension. Failure meant another win for isolationist voices back home.
Sabrina floated in the zero-g canvas sphere at the habitat's core. The sphere was a hollow orb two hundred meters across, its inner walls already streaked with base resonance gel that responded to touch and emotion.
