The Cosmic Chronicle

As The Quadruple Flood Parade of Vlamova sweeps across the nebel sea once more (stardate 4422.334 and counting), life on Obrora Ventaris is thoroughly submerged. Hyperrains, subspace cyclones, and stubborn mudslides overwhelm settlements clinging to vanishing plateau edges. Estimates indicate over four million beings-solid, liquid, or gaseous-are affected, with hundreds missing as coordinates disappear into the drifting haze.

Especially hard-hit are the water provinces of Obrora Ventaris, where catastrophic plateau migrations turned vibrant market clusters into aimless flotillas. Communication lines, either fried by energy storms or simply drowned in fog, are down. City cores lie isolated, and impromptu raft-bridges have been swept away. Faint distress pulses echo through glowing mists from all corners of the archipelago.

Evacuation unfolds in a predictably bureaucratic chaos. Protocolon Fluvius-Coordinator, shrouded in a brisk code rain, dispatches assistance drones with precision that contrasts sharply with the waterlogged crisis panels. Cirkulunt rotor swarms-never subtle, always noisy-spin in to distribute rations, rain-offering bots, and magnetized shelter caps. Exo-Convector ships of the Floating Mandate drift ponderously as floating bureaucracies, stacked with forms, tentacles, and fading hope. Despite every effort, supply runs are slowed by wild energy bands and a cacophony of conflicting emergency protocols. Looting has become everyday, with police patrols navigating the chaos on improvised rafts.

Footage from Tornadone illustrates a desperate parade of refugees, intercut with Cirkulunt drones plucking survivors from the surging tide. The sky resembles a stamp station; the horizon, a waterlogged archive folder.