You are listening to The Last Story for February 2025, Issue 21.

The piece is titled Celestial Migrations and is by Claire Jiao Wen.

And I am your host, and narrator Kate Baker.

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You say, then the celestial mantar rays began to come.

Astromobular, mobile through the stars.

Most schools didn't even have cosmobiology departments at the time,

so we've been operating with limited

facilities. Most agree that the megafauna feed in the toxic lake of the 53, anony, mining colony,

but we're more unsure how they found it. The prevalent culture myth is that migrating bodies can sense

each other, belonging for home like an invisible frequency.

The first ray arrives, and Ev and Adry aren't done packing. Faces filthy with grease and

mineral dust, the two shove oxygen tanks, welfare squares, and balm for Adri's leg into their packs.

The lack of light isn't helping. The tiny bunker windows usually don't

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