The Ad Astra Conduit

'Waves propel the soil. A pilot and their daemon-condensed peripheral observe canyons departing the loom. Incomplex life slunk beneath an ectopic orb and a shimmering atomic light appeared. A week played in reverse. Enveloped in a vacuum of stars, here stands a demigod, intrinsically rare and amused at the trajectory. Truly ink was scarce in feral space without this pair around. Still, waves propel the soil.' Pen and ink drawing coloured digitally. 3535 x 3535 at 300dpi