Bennu Station, 3:584
The frozen particles of the moon's atmosphere rake the window of the observation deck, piling against it and falling away like sand in the push and pull of the gravitational field of Bojepm. I've rented a shuttle to tour the smaller things to see around here. Families from the station, or those on ships around for a few days all have berths next to mine. I can hear them crying through the ventilation shafts, and I can't blame them---not much to do except look at things and travel strapped to a rental shuttle. The moon has huge red fissures worn away from the wide swings in local gravity, the frozen atmospheric particles hollowing out the enormous valleys as they scour the surface in the wake of the gravitational field.
I hear the barks and shrills from species I don't recognize, and assume they are in agreement with the ones I do; the view is unlike anything they have ever seen, and the universe is a truly marvelous place.