Myrmidal -- the Docks (at anchor)
Myrmidal is the queen of the bright worlds, and you've walked her million cities beneath her sky and beyond it. Myrmidal laughs and Myrmidal dances; they say no one weeps on Myrmidal, except for moments on the stage.
But even on Myrmidal the sun rises and sets, and the music grows tinny and harsh when you weary of dancing. Your best stories and your best lies draw the same fond laughter. This morning you decide to rise to the docks, and rouse your Horizon of Night from her sleep, and raise her sails. Somewhere are worlds you have never seen. And if your friends miss you at the dance, they can tell you so when you return.
Interactive fiction by Andrew Plotkin
Release 6 / Serial number 100703 / Inform 7 build 5Z71 (I6/v6.31 lib 6/12N)
The Horizon of Night is a sweet tiny sailer; you have missed her more than you remembered. Now she comes alive for you. The keel hums with power; the monomolecular sails are reefed and ready. The compass spins to the touch of the Galaxy's magnetic currents. You have only to weigh anchor, and leave Myrmidal behind.
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