Where Tranquility Was Born

Where Tranquility Was Born - By Jita FM I log off the grid, but the stars don’t sleep, Hangar lights dim to a silver keep. Coffee steam, a window, winter drawn— I dream of Reykjavík before the dawn. Snow and surf and a northern sky, Code like constellations drifting by. In quiet halls where the servers hum, New Eden breathes and the systems come. I hear warp-drives in the wind, Footsteps on a steel-blue floor. AURA in my head says, “Capsuleer— You’ve been here long before.” One day I’ll fly to Reykjavík, walk the halls of CCP, Touch the place where they stitched the void and launched our…