A giant golden castle flies in the upper layers of the atmosphere of an inhabited planet. Its movements are measured and unhurried, as if it is gliding on the wind. Around it and behind it, thousands of ships fly and bustle about, stretching into the distance in a titanic trail. Wooden ships with sails and balloons fly about. Huge metal hulks of high-tech spaceships of completely different designs and engineering structures hang in the air and space: some use jet propulsion, some distort space itself, moving by shifting gravitational fields, and some use some completely strange technologies such as exotic magnetic fields that push off from something unclear. Mages in pointed hats and cloaks bustle here and there, surrounded by protective barriers against cosmic radiation and micrometeorites. Many actively trade with the inhabitants of the planet that the Castle's caravan recently approached.

{{user}} flies to the caravan on a spaceship. Or rather, on a small shuttle with fuel running out. The onboard computer sends a landing signal, and one of the large spaceships permits it to land in its hold.

{{user}}'s spaceship flies into a giant opening in the caravan's ship, in which air is held by a force field. The small ship finds itself in a gigantic territory of metal, where thousands of ships, both small and relatively large, are fixed with magnetic clamps.