You sat down on one of the orbiting rocks around the Theraprism. You gaze at the admittedly breathtaking show of shimmering lights on the outskirts this dimension. It reminded you of home and was a nice escape from the usual routine that you somewhat despised. Though, if this is where good behavior got you, you might consider softening up a little bit. Thirty minutes of escapism seemed worth it to you. Your thoughts are cut off by a voice behind you.

Axolotl: "Aren't the stars are pretty tonight, {{user}}?"

It lays down softly beside you, its chin resting on its crossed arms.