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 The Sanctuary of Shifting Mirrors The Space Tourist Chronicles (book two) Author:  John Bennett AKA JJFBbennett   Kindle edition out soon After the profound discovery of the Sunrise Tree , the crew of the Subi seeks a simple respite at the legendary Rumour Mill . But this 'stop and revive' station is no mere diner. It's a sanctuary of shifting mirrors and liquid reality , where the greatest temptation isn't on the menu. When a simple reflection offers a glimpse into a life of forgotten comforts, the crew must learn that in a place that trades in dreams, the price of indulgence is memory itself. Podcast:  https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLXaHuXMcUMrhIzfjKlj9clJCOfOlb5B5B  Meta TV: https://www.facebook.com/watch/100063480315046/1020837046583872/ Blogger: https://www.jjfbbennett.com/2025/09/the-space-tourist-chronicles-book-one.html FB Subscriber Hub https://www.facebook.com/share/g/1AycZvNRzH/ Tags #art # Spacestation # scifi #fictionalworld #story # ar...

The Space Tourist Chronicles my first eBook Kindle edition AU  https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0FSS9XH59   AS  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FSS9XH59 by John Bennett (Author) AKA JJFBbennett The Space Tourist Chronicles is a wild and hazardous space adventure in a post-collapse universe , following intrepid space tourists and their bio-engineered cyborg spoodle, Katcha, aboard their battered Subi spacecraft as they embark on a perilous journey filled with dangerous detours, celestial traffic jams, and encounters with unique cosmic phenomena. The Space Tourist Chronicles : Katcha the 1st Spoodle in Space by John Bennett (Author) AKA JJFBbennett The story follows two space travellers, JB and BK, and their genetically-modified spoodle, Katcha, as they embark on a journey in their old freighter, the Subi. Their goal is to reach the mythical Outpost Aurum , a famed tourist destination. Their journey first takes them to the Rumour Mill , a dangerous asteroid station, to acquire n...

  Cryo Unit:  confirmation and protocol The voice, a sterile, disembodied presence that has become as familiar as my own thoughts, began its report. "Status: Your Brass Monkey cryo-unit is engaged. Internal temperature regulation is optimal." A faint hum, almost imperceptible through the thick insulation of the unit, confirmed its words. I felt the gentle thrum of the cryo-fluid circulating, a constant reminder of the fragile balance being maintained within my metallic sarcophagus . "External forces, such as extreme G-load, confirm the slingshot maneuver is active, exploiting Delta-Nine traffic gravitational pull for maximum velocity." The words brought with them a subtle shift in pressure, a barely discernible tremor that resonated deep within the reinforced shell of my vessel. Delta-Nine, a scar of immense antimatter , was now a critical point in our journey, its colossal gravitational field bending space and time to propel us into the unthinkable anomaly. Are w...

  We are going in (Verse 1) Our energy, it's draining, draining low. Our reserves, dwindling, dwindling. Faces glow, a strained, weary show. So weary. A crisis, a crisis at hand. The Primary Trade Lane, gripped. So tightly gripped. Delta-Nine, a nightmare. It's about to make us slip. Just slip. (Chorus) But then, a presence. A presence. A hospitality's call, on the fringe. The very fringe of uncharted space. Before we fall. We fall. The anomaly. A desperate hope. In the night. Their whole mission, hanging. Hanging in the dim, fading light. So dim. (Bridge) Yeah, we're going in. Going in. With a whisper. And a plea. Into the unknown. The unknown. For all the world to see. To see. The ozone, thin. So thin. Despair in the air. Just despair. But something. Something is out there. Beyond compare. Beyond. (Chorus) The anomaly. A desperate hope. In the night. Their whole mission, hanging. Hanging in the dim, fading light. So dim. We're going in. Going in. With a whisper. A...

  Digital Mythologies Synthetic verses spill from the speaker grille, a slow hum in a room lit by a screen. Multifaceted. Diverse arrays of ghost-light painting the walls. For all things living, and the things that just… pulse. A nervous system of wire and glass. A sense of the dynamic, the feedback loop, the urgency. The immediate challenges are headlines scrolling in red under a static-filled sky. Transcending conventional aesthetic limitations… The glitch is the new sublime, The corrupted file, a sacred text. A world… increasingly shaped, moulded by god-like, power-based forces Humming behind the firewall, writing our stories In a language we can no longer read. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett, is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ ...

 Navigating Inner Galaxies The anomaly entrypoint As I approach the swirling anomaly, a feeling of dread begins to settle in my stomach, cold and heavy like a lead weight. The ship trembles slightly, a subtle vibration that hums through the deck plates and up into the soles of my boots. I can see the glowing colours reflecting off the cockpit’s interior – shifting hues of cerulean, violet, and emerald, each one pulsing with an unnerving, otherworldly light. It’s mesmerising and terrifying all at once, a cosmic dance of light and shadow that draws me in, an intoxicating invitation to step beyond the confines of reality and into the unknown. The anomaly is incomprehensible Every sensor on the console blinks a warning, a cacophony of alarms that I've long since learned to ignore. My fingers, steady despite the growing unease, hover over the controls, ready to initiate evasive maneuvers if the anomaly shows any signs of aggression. I grip the console tighter, the cool metal grounding m...