Whispers of the Starlit Assembly
Short Story
Beneath the glow of distant planets and the silent watch of hovering spacecraft, the grand chamber of the Intergalactic Council hummed with the quiet anticipation of history in the making. At the very center, a polished, circular table gleamed, surrounded by delegates from worlds both strange and familiar. Humans, dressed in sleek silver uniforms, sat with an air of subdued admiration, their eyes studying the array of beings before them.
Among the council members, a cluster of beings from Zentari stood tall and slender, their elongated limbs clad in fabrics that shimmered with the hues of their twin suns. Their reflective eyes scanned the chamber, taking in every detail with an intelligence that had guided their people through centuries of space travel and discovery.
Beside them were the inhabitants of the aquatic world of Oceaxus, their skin glistening with a gentle iridescence, a testament to the deep, bioluminescent caverns they called home. They communicated through a series of harmonious clicks and trills that resonated beautifully across the chamber, carried by the expertly engineered acoustics of the space.
The assembly was brought to order by the serene and dignified Ashtari, beings of calm wisdom whose ancestors had founded the council millennia ago. As one of their number glided to the center podium, a hushed reverence washed over the room. Their leader, Emissary Lirael, spoke in a tongue artfully translated by devices that each delegate
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