Four Senses In Wainwright Station

A Stone In Heaven, VII, p. 124.

In Miriam's centrum:

the chamber is dim;

meters flicker;

telltales blink;

the strong breeze outside is barely audible;

air is cool and moist;

currently, it smells of Terran seas;

the screen shows colors, perspectives and contours as perceived by a Ramnuan.

 

If we add that to the bright murals in the passages, then, in the space of two pages, Wainwright Station becomes a real place.