No Space in this Place

No Space in this Place

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The sun died years ago. We'd fled from Earth to a faraway planet we named Terra Caelum. Its animals were strange, its plants were strange and its air was disturbingly painful. Soon our children would be strange. Horns, eye colour, teeth shape, hair colour, hell... even the shape of their ears... strange. Like we were now linked to the planet where a new sun shone and a new moon glimmered at night. But something stirred in these children. Something powerful. And powerful things are bad. Suddenly, children with these unique features would be taken away from their parents and simply disappear. No words of condolence given or spoken. Just strange silence. The only thing you can do is hide and hope you won't be found.
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CHAPTERS RELEASE EVERY TUESDAY! Baylo was just a loyal golden retriever, living a quiet life on the moon colony-until a surge of cosmic power changed everything. Suddenly, he's more than a pet; he's a force unlike anything the colony has seen. Alongside Ellio, the boy who has always been his closest friend, Baylo begins to uncover secrets buried deep within the colony's walls. Strange occurrences, hidden experiments, and a shadowy threat loom around every corner. For Baylo, courage, loyalty, and instincts will be tested like never before-and the fate of the home he loves may rest in his paws. ___________________________________________________________________ Preview: The pink sunset over the moon colony was silent. Its light beamed through the artificial atmosphere, soft and alien, casting a rose-hued tint across the glass domes and skeletal infrastructure. The colony itself was built around three immense dome structures, each one housing a different facet of survival-agriculture, research, habitation-all dwarfed by a single tower that rose above them like a needle through fabric. It watched over everything, unmoving, unblinking. The buildings-sleek, metallic, utilitarian-sat beneath the tower's shadow. Nothing moved with urgency. No birds. No wind. Only the hollow hum of recycled air and the distant hissing of pressure locks opening and closing. Inside the domes, colonists moved like clockwork. Farmers in soil labs adjusted nutrient tubes to the roots of synthetic crops. Engineers ran diagnostics on life-support units. Researchers stared into data displays, their faces washed in ghost-blue light. All of them were quiet. All of them were tired. No one laughed anymore. No one talked about their home world anymore. But even if no one said it, the grief clung to everything-the way people avoided eye contact, the hollow way they said "Good morning," and the way every hallway echoed too much, like the colony itself had grown too big for the shrunken souls inside.

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