A spacecraft shaped like a whale body with a smoky mauve
crescent moon as a tail-flipper, glides through the gauzy,
gold-pink glow of an alien atmosphere. Three smaller vessels
hover near—one reminiscent of a white seagull, another a pair
of black upside-down wings or a mustache with one side bushier
than the other, and a lone oval eye. The whaleship heads past
an emerald planet to the docking station in front of a charcoal moon.
They’ll cradle the ship’s belly in a curved expanse, recharge
before heading home. On the deck, sharp-angled women
dance to ethereal sounds floating through rosy dusk.