No one knew who built Starship Eden—only that it was alive.
Eden was no machine. It was an ancient, sentient organism, grown rather than built.  Eden was not piloted. It chose its own path, gliding from planet to planet with the curiosity of a living mind.

Inside jungles floated in clusters, crystal vines sang, bioluminescent flowers opened and closed to rhythm, each plant gathered from a distant planet, rescued from extinction or celebration alike. Eden was a futuristic ark, a cosmic garden, the greatest collection of alien life ever assembled. The guardians danced among the leaves.

Human once, plant now, or something wonderfully in between, they shimmered with chlorophyll skin and glowing eyes, petals blooming from their hair as they moved. They partied beneath neon suns and distant moons, music pulsing through the roots and walls of the ship itself. Eden loved when they danced. It changed shape for them, opened new rooms, grew dance platforms and balconies like flowers responding to joy.

Together, ship and crew traveled on—through nebulae, across impossible skies—searching for the rarest beauty the universe could offer.
Because when everything else was burning, Starship Eden chose to grow.

Paradise: Starship Eden – every Wednesday at UNVRS from 10th June – 7th October.