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The galaxy sings in B flat. Fifty-seven octaves below middle C, hundreds of thousands of tiny stars with little worlds trailing atmospheres in elliptical orbits.  Double-star systems, triple-star, more; planets, civilisations, dark matter, tangible matter, all circling, swarming, humming together in one enormous note, not bumping together but carrying a wave from the centre of their island universe, expanding out into space… Sound cannot exist in a vacuum.  This is a widely known fact.  And space is a vacuum, sure.  But only when you look at it from here, from our tiny little world.  Close your eyes, zoom out, and look at the celestial

Notches Sweet Artemis cursed between coughs and sneezes. Why did she have to take Green Arrow's shift last night? Oh that's right, she had to keep up appearances as his protégé and niece, and he had a party to attend. She rolled her eyes. Of course, to make things worse, it was mind-numbing cold last night, nearing freezing temperatures, and obviously Artemis' costume had no sleeves. You can guess the result was not so good. She was now stuck with a cold for the next seven days, at the very least, and it didn't look like it was going to be a light one. To add to everything, instead of being able to curl up in the couch at home