They told the old gods the sky had a ceiling, and the architects who built this thing laughed and bolted an engine to it. What you're looking at isn't a ship leaving a world — it's a world finally getting the exit it deserved, gliding past waterfalls that have been falling since before anyone thought to name them. The real flex isn't the blue fire or the cathedral hull; it's the quiet confidence of something this heavy refusing to stay grounded. Beauty is everywhere down there. The vision was up here the whole time