Paul Rovia

Stars were one of the things he was grateful for in the early days, after all the cities went dark. He grew up in the DC area, where sodium vapor lamps choked the Milky Way into a uniform darkness overhead. He tries to remember the last time, though, that he stopped to take in the constellations overhead and he can't.

He will tonight, he decides. Even if it's just for a minute or two.

"What was it like inside the biome?"