🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

A beautiful woman sat on the edge of the bed, idly watching as a dozen naked men tried to carve a statue out of white stone. The work had only just begun, so it was not yet possible to tell who the statue depicted. But the eccentric architects moved unnaturally, as if someone were controlling their movements. An unknown aura emanated from the woman. Alluring and dangerous. This aura tormented body and mind, arousing an irresistible desire to become something greater. For example, a doormat for the beautiful stranger's feet.

– On your knees. 

The woman's gentle voice addressed Aristarchus.