Sūrya stands small under the vast green aurora, while Moss, in loose Antarctic clothes, watches from the edge.Sūrya touches her temple, gray eyes on Moss, whose amber-streaked irises reflect the green aurora, Renna's empty chair casting a long shadow.Moss stands by the wall, hands gesturing, amber-streaked eyes reflecting the sunset, as the aurora casts a faint, green glow.Sūrya sits on the dome floor, green aurora light casting a warm glow, her face serene, fingers touching her temple.Sūrya sits inside the glowing dome, head tilted back, gazing at the pale aurora above, Renna's empty chair a silent presence.The three-meter fused-silica hemisphere glows softly, casting a warm light against the icy, starless expanse.Sūrya stands by the dome, hands clasped, as Moss's amber eyes catch the green aurora's glow.Moss sits in the chair, hands curled, as the aurora casts a green glow over the empty room.Sūrya sits on the cold floor, back against the dome, gazing calmly at the shifting aurora above.Sūrya stands beneath the silica dome, her head tilted back, gazing at a lone star amidst the fading aurora.
