In Which Sian Travels

I seem to be standing on a geometric structure arranged around some sort of long-dead tree. There are no doors or windows. It was left here, presumably, by some intelligent agency. Readings indicate it is between twelve and seventeen million years old.



There is no animal life on the planet now beyond the plankton level.

The weather is clement. The sea is utterly tranquil. It's beautiful. I could stay here forever.

- Last transmission of RSF Exploratrix FLiS27



Outfit: [Bare Rose] Cyber Diver
Gauntlets: [Bare Rose] Night Arms Lady
Shoes: [Graves] G102 Alpha Boots (just the prims, retextured)
Earphones, tattoos: Sian's own