Clarity's Keep

Nausea and constriction struck like a wave from belly to head and back again.
The minister of travel had said the standard phase of acclamation was to be a month before the thought of sky became synonymous with black and that having lived on a planet with night he was already well practiced, besides with the new virtual modules provided he would have his choice of beach or mountain range to spend his off time. Though for Sirus virtual spaces still gave him the stifling impression of being unreal and despite the repeated reminder from peers and clinicians that this was in fact his and their actual ontological mode of being Sirus was comforted in the negative. Now here He felt his choices dwindle and the thought sent a barely controlled panic to the base of his neck which he fought with learned breathing technique arcane prayer and a hypo he had fished from beneath his tunic.
Clarity's Keep stood out forthright and shinning upon a bed of cooled pitch magma and ore. The small gnat like passenger craft circled and within it Sirus sat thinking he had not ever seen any single structure quite so large and how it might feel to live in a completely transparent environ with nothing but the pitch of space and it’s blinking subjects to stare back at him. Feeling without refuge Sirus sought within his memory for some point, any center for which to tether him and found but one, the hope of reclassification. Sirus as in times past conducted his career with one hope always the same, eventual release. That settled chief provisional Bishop Sirus Dowager rested his reading tablet upon his chest and prepared for docking.