text: [Themes: Science Fiction, spaceship, treasure hunt, gender-neutral protagonist, aliens]
  
  > Look around
  The Horizon of Night is a sweet tiny sailer. 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.
  
  > weigh the anchor
  The anchor precesses.
  
  Horizon shakes, waking the speed which has slept these past years. Myrmidal's magnetic halo bucks her keel high; high and out through the rings of city and industry and careless Myrmidal society. When the anchor falls into place along the keel, Horizon rings bell-clear, and the sky is black.
  
  You are circling the outer fringe of Myrmidal's system, where your keel's rhodomagnetics balance the solar winds. You pass snow-miners and farfactories, humming cheerfully in their work.
  
  Already the quiet is a relief. But this is still civilization, and this star has nothing for you.
  
  > examine the ship
  The Horizon of Night gleams in the light of Myrmidal's sun; but her sails are furled.
  
  > Open sails
  The sails begin to unfurl. They catch sunlight. The Horizon of Night shifts gladly around her keel, and slides into interstellar space.
  
  The bright worlds fade behind you.
  
  Somewhere out there, you sense, are treasures worthy of your attention.
  
  You spread the sails wider. The ship accelerates.
  
  Stars thin around you as you leave the bright worlds behind. Nebulae drift past.
  
  You won't get far into the unknown at this rate.
  
  > unfurl the sails
  You stretch the sails to their fullest spread. The Horizon of Night leans forward eagerly, and springs out into the void.
  
  The bright worlds are far behind Horizon now. Darkness clots thickly between the stars, out here.
  
  > examine the stars
  The stars are infinite.
  
  > Wait
  Horizon speeds silently through the Reaches.
  
  You speed through the void. Darkness clots thickly between the stars.
  
  A petite golden star catches your eye.
  
  > look at the golden star
  It's common enough for a star of its spectral class. However, you hear a faint jangling from its direction, in the long-wave band.
  
  > listen to the star
  You are detecting a faint, musical jangling from the petite golden star's vicinity.
  
  > Lower sails
  You begin bringing in the sails. But Horizon's velocity is too great; you whip past the star in a shallow hyperbola, and are flung away into the void. The petite golden star disappears behind you.
  
  Wide sunless spaces stretch between distant stars, out here.
  
  > look at the compass
  The compass rests in its bath of liquid helium. Subtle magnetic fields stir between the stars, a sailor knows, and the compass shifts on their breath.
  
  > wait awhile
  Horizon moves silently through the Reaches.
  
  Wide sunless spaces stretch between distant stars, out here.
  
  > furl the sails
  You trim the sails to a narrow edge. The ship slows to a sedate pace.
  
  The bright worlds are far behind you now. Darkness clots thickly between the stars.
  
  A blue star catches your interest.
  
  > listen to the star
  You are detecting a faint, musical jangling from the blue star's vicinity.
  
  > go to star
  You furl your sails, and descend into the blue star's outer system.
  
  This blue star is circled by the usual assortment of barren rocks. However, a faint, long-wave jangling radiates from one fat gas giant.
  
  > go to the gas giant
  You drop the anchor. Horizon curves gracefully in to meet the gas giant in its orbit.
  
  Horizon hangs within the cloud layers of the nameless gas giant. Mauve and violet bands of cloud slide past you.
  
  Something iridescent drifts out from behind a cloud. You think of a bubble, and then a jellyfish. By the time the scale registers, others have followed: vast floating shapes, gaseous and shimmering, each a kilometer long.
  
  Incomprehensible long-wave harmony rings through the clouds.
  
  > look at the jellyfish
  A flock of vast, gaseous jellyfish-beings move across the face of the world.
  
  You notice sheets of iridescent tissue peeling from some of them and drifting away through the clouds.
  
  > look at the tissue
  You do not know why the floating beings shed this substance, but it drifts away from the flock in long, iridescent streamers. Each one twists slowly through the clouds, until it is lost from sight.
  
  > get the tissue
  You glide cautiously below the flock, and gather a sample of the shed tissue. Up close, it is more like cloth than a grown membrane, although it lacks the regularity of artificial fabric. In any case, the fibers are incredibly fine -- almost transparent.
  
  You have seen nothing like it before. And you are certain that, within d'Accord, you are the first. You stow your prize in the hold.
  
  > Inventory
  You have the iridescent cloth, safely stowed.
  
  > examine the cloth
  You have lengths of the iridescent tissue neatly packed in the hold. It is nearly weightless, but it catches the light in a way that even monomolecular cloth cannot match.
  
  > weigh the anchor
  This blue star is circled by the usual assortment of barren rocks. The alien signal fades as you circle outward from the gas giant.
  
  This iridescent substance is an enthralling start to your journey. Even d'Accord technology cannot create all things, and a new form of matter may benefit lives across the bright worlds. If the stars before you are as rich in wonders as this, you will be a nine-days' wonder when you return home.
  
  > eat the cloth
  That's plainly inedible.
  
  > unfurl the sails
  You hoist the sails once again. Horizon swings outward from the blue star, into the spaces beyond.
  
  Tendrils of dust encroach on these straits, hazing the stars. A stellar nebula looms ahead -- a fantastic web of blue, green, and violet vapor, stirred by internal currents.
  
  > examine the nebula
  A nebula is splashed colorfully across space, directly ahead. It looks promising.