Port Red Ember, remember these affinities beyond constellations, crater embrace with soft kindling. A welcoming glow.
Heat and smoke, charcoal burnt umber with shadows dancing, whispful sways inbetween out fades. One moment to relive triumph for some as well as passionate waves.
Ever red scents in weaving a slither, a tiny mouse chipper a fond and galant mirror.
"Crust", murmers a far cry.
"Our stop here, port Red Ember, is to pick print-excess a metalloy emblem glow plated, short and sweet", Lupine glancing the shipment bay.
Tunes played "... Tap, much room mapped, trip, lift, legenda...", quizzical audio on de-underscore-press Station.
Intersecting measure scans were complete: no prohibited items. Displayed on the side interface.
Automatic measure logging were complete: allowed trade, permission of stay, accepted to admission. Further exchanged the loading of previous travel ports.
The screen hovered at the air lock, hinges unlocked.
"Automation Type_### completed. Welcome to Port Red Ember!"
Lights dimmed set to an orange sunset, tulip scents a layer of sherbet lemon and zest welcomed into the foyer.
Sign: Shipment Bay number. 03s.
A holographic Cat Chatgress appeared and shared the Preference automation, choices were exclusive to each members within area. Port Red Ember valued munchies, light snacks were ready available and principle is to thank the Cook, Baker, the Can-Do maker.
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