Uncatalogued Resort World

Futuristic architecture by a tranquil body of water
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Provisional Entry, 31st-Century Travelogue

The charts list the system as marginal, the world as newly claimed, and the gravity
as “pleasantly negotiable.” None of that prepares you for the first sight of the resort
itself—an impossible bloom of white architecture rising directly from the water, like
a coral reef taught to dream of cities.

The locals don’t call it a hotel. They call it the Landing, as though the building itself
arrived here before anyone else had the courage to follow.

Its hull—if such a word still applies—is grown in seamless curves of pale alloy and
glass, pierced with warm amber galleries that glow through the mist at dusk. Terraced
walkways float outward like petals, each crowded with visitors who pause more often
than they walk, caught between the view and the vertigo of being somewhere that did
not exist on any map a generation ago.

Below, the lake is unnaturally still. Sensors confirm it is fresh water, mineral-pure, and
deep beyond easy measure. The mountains that ring it rise like folded paper cut from
blue shadow, their summits permanently wrapped in thin cloud. At evening, the water
mirrors both the hotel’s golden light and the sky’s first stars, and it becomes briefly
difficult to tell which direction the universe is expanding.

Arrival traffic is constant. Light shuttles skim the surface in near silence, while long-
range cruisers drift overhead like deliberate thoughts. The resort advertises “first
contact hospitality,” though no indigenous civilization has yet been verified on this
world. Most guests seem content with that ambiguity. Discovery, after all, is the
luxury being sold.

The air is mild. The water is drinkable. The service is discreet to the point of invisibility.
Nothing feels precarious—yet everything is unmistakably temporary.

This is not a place built to last.
It is a place built to arrive.

And for travelers who measure distance not in parsecs but in eras, that may be
the more intoxicating promise.

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