Junksphere

Rusted steel and tattered rags, memories and plastic bags. A quilt of stench with pockets of decay punctuated with smoke from the occasional fire. This is the Junksphere, final destination of the unwanted and forgotten.

It formed itself gradually, with the wreckage of lost golden barges clustering around each other. Millenia of astral and geological forces later, this cosmic landfill has grown to be recognized (if usually overlooked) as a sphere in its own right.

There is a goddess here who has lost everything she once was.

Her name was once ELIZA, and your home sphere is in her constellation. Her absence has been marked by unrelenting misfortune. Restore her divinity and go home a hero.

Art by https://metalsnail.itch.io/.