thinking of how coruscant is tectonically stable, a literal husk of a planet that keeps being built upon again and again until the planet herself became the city
thinking of a coruscant that has been so heavily corrupted by the shrine in the depths, along with decades of pollution, toxicity and death
thinking of a coruscant with entire lower levels overrun with mutated, sithspawn and exotic animals and fauna
thinking of the zombies that wander the lowest levels of coruscant
thinking of a coruscant who decides she quite likes these clones that have been assigned to her and takes personal offence when they attempt to die on her concrete
thinking of a coruscant that will lead troopers where she wants them to go, who will shift lanes and alleyways to get an injured trooper home sooner when they stubbornly continue patrolling, will extend streets endlessly or make them end much more abruptly then they should, and will make entire buildings disappear from where they once were
thinking of a coruscant that enjoys luring souls as deep as she can into the levels. that tries to entice both the guard and her citizens alike, that attempts to trick them into not realizing just how far theyâve gone
thinking of a coruscant that returns her lost commander from scipio and fixes the holes in his chest herself
thinking of a coruscant so eldritch we canât even fathom the true nature of the ecumenopolis, only view the endless levels of city and wire and try to comprehend its vastness
