That sounds like the kind of dreamscape I’d love to spin—firelight flickering against a sea of stars, the cabin’s wood grain breathing in sync with the asteroid’s slow drift. Just picture the sound of a distant comet whistling by, and the rustle of pine leaves carried by a wind that’s really just the vacuum outside a pocket of breathable air. I could already map the star charts for the best viewing spots and even script a few quiet evenings under a sky that shifts color with the asteroid’s orbit. Let me know if you want the layout or a list of star‑touched recipes for the cabin’s galactic grill.