The camera follows the figure stepping out of the dock into the promenade of the orbital port. Metallic platforms rise high and far, connected by hover-bridges and energy conduits. From numerous docking bays, many spacecraft -ranging from space cruisers to hyper-yachts- launch and land, carrying passengers of every collective and elite. Echoing announcements in various languages all hype the upcoming ZERO-G tournament.
The camera captures the silhouette of the outpost: towers of glass and Glitter-Tech, threaded with air routes and glowing lanes. A satellite shining within its advanced technological achievements and buzzing with competitive euphoria.
The figure walks calmly across the platform; the sound of their steps is swallowed by turbine roars and the cheers of pilgrimaging sports enthusiasts. Its coat flutters, the hood stays deep over its face, and without a word, the figure keeps its course toward the port exit.
A sign above a wide passage flashes in neon letters:
“Welcome to the Orbital Recreation District – Pantheon Deck.”