Aesthetic Galaxy Novels & Stories

At the edge of the solar system, visible even to the naked eye because of its sheer, impossible size, a Nebula-Beast appeared. It was made of stardust and dark matter, its form shifting between a giant, translucent lung and a celestial version of Kaelor’s own shifter-form. It was miles wide, its "wings" stretching across the stars, glowing with the same iridescent scales as the Gaea. "It looks like... me," Kaelor whispered, his voice failing him. "The Galactic Hive," Aradaa said. He watched as the Gaea-spawns near Mars stopped their migration and turned, their light-sails dipping in a gesture of absolute submission.

I said, glancing sideways at Valen, “how does it feel knowing there’s finally a court more beautiful than yours?” He turned to me slowly, brows raised. “You wound me, my lady.” I grinned. “Do I?” He leaned back with a small sigh, the silver-threaded embroidery on his lapel catching the faintest glint of light. “The Celestials are obsessed with aesthetics that's all” “They live in a glowing glass realm with actual stars growing on trees, Valen. Let me have this.” Caelora laughed from their carraige besidee ours “She’s not wrong.”