Dyson Trees could make a home for humans
And for other things, too.
The comet loomed in her canopy. A vantablack mass hiding the stars. No glint on the ice, no coma, just darkness. They'd called it 1I/2077 then the Very Low Albedo Object then Ymwelydd Tywyll. It was silent but Mei's spiraling ship was not: the debris, the power failure, the comet itself. Caution. Mass Intercept…
