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Brother Galeron stood in awe at the spectacle before him.
It, on the outside, had been an enormous biodome, with a crystalline dome exposing its interior to the light of the stars. But, from within, that starlight was refracted in such a way as to cause the illusory appearance of a brilliant golden sun, arching its path across the curvature of the dome-sky.
Had he not made the entrance himself, Galeron would have quite readily believed that he stood on an agri-world. Albeit, a much quieter and better designed one than that which sustained the Imperium.
The structure of the fields lay in the form of circular arrangements, both functional and pleasing to the eye. As he scanned the vista to the left of him, he could see that the plantations were arranged in a step-like format, such that rivers of sweet-smelling water would run from the uppermost plants to the lowest. Paths were interwoven between each arrangement, comprised of fine sands of varying light and subtle colours.
The plants themselves had primarily green stems and leaves, with the occasional purples and reds showing up. Many plants looked ripe for picking, displaying beautiful fruits in a myriad of colours.
How an agricultural project such as this could last for so long unmaintained was beyond him.
Probably servitors. Galeron thought to himself, as he marched along the winding paths, examining the produce.
The entire Craftworld is vacated, and yet this is still being kept. Perhaps they intend to return...
My armour contrasts with the terrain, I'm a walking sniper target. At least some of these crops are taller than me. Though, that does make an ambush likely.
His marching continued for hours, and Galeron began to wonder if these fields had an end at all, or if some form of trickery was making them extend. As Galeron continued, the winding paths leading him to see more and more of the crops with an uncanny efficiency, he came across an ornately carved fountain. It depicted three Eldar, dressed in fine robes and standing with their backs to each other. Above their heads, they held a basin of water, from which water trickled down along the Eldar's breasts, and then into a pool of water below. Feeling no need to appreciate xenos architecture any further, Galeron quickened his pace. It was a number of hours more for which he marched.
Galeron's head collided with the dome. A loud thump resonated through the crystalline structure, and an arched entryway drew itself into being. Just large enough for him to pass through.
Unperturbed, he marched on out of the biodome.
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