Galaxy Lyra: Living the Dream

empty-futuristic-interior-with-balks-3d-illustration_86273347Tugging at his uniform collar, Flynn Yi stared eagerly up at the military crest set up against the wall before him. It was overwhelming, big enough to easily fit fifty men across it. A golden lyre rested neatly in the arm of a vine, the strings that would normally resonate such a lovely tune were instead replaced by four lines of stars – one for each planet in the galaxy they governed over. It was a symbol of unity; it was a symbol of peace.

To Flynn, it was a symbol of his accomplishment. Continue reading

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