This is the Euclid Galaxy. It has more than 18 quintillion worlds, and an almost infinite expanse of space between them. From desolate, crater-smashed wastelands to verdant jungle biomes, windswept crags to luminous oceans. Abundant deposits of plutonium and iron and zinc. Rhino-lizards and buck-tigers and goat-o-saurs. Esoteric alien monoliths and derelict colonial outposts. Stuff that looks sort of like regular grass and trees and shrubs but they’re different colours so you know it’s sci-fi.
It’s audacious. It’s intimidating. It’s beautiful.
And it’s the most boring place in the universe.