The mining ship went dark on its final transmission, and whatever's moving through its corridors now definitely wasn't part of the original crew manifest. Rose, jasmine and spice drift through the wrecked hull adrift somewhere at the edge of known space, meeting a powdery blend of patchouli, dragon's blood and cashmere musk layered with clean pre storm air. Complex and a little mystical throughout, this reads stranger and more floral than pure scrap metal salvage, treasure hunting where the silence has its own reasons for being so complete.

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