Great Wallarian Exhibition Hall

The Great Wallarian Exhibition Hall spreads vast under flickering industrial lights, its high ceilings hung with massive viewing platforms where alien artifacts and technological oddities from across the galaxy are displayed behind reinforced glass and energy barriers. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone from failed Miniscope demonstrations and the acrid bite of carnival concessions long shut down. Delegates in elaborately patterned silks mill between stalls selling everything from Earth relics to Wallarian dream-dust, their voices rising in clipped interstellar trade tongues. In one corner, a massive chronometer ticks down minutes toward a scheduled Miniscope demonstration—its clock face cracked but still functional. Vorg stands near the display where his Miniscope now rests, its once-elegant casing slightly scuffed from having been dragged across three star systems as a gambling prize. The polished durasteel floor reflects the discordant colors of a dozen cultures, each stain bearing silent witness to bargains struck and deals that went wrong.