Choi Ji-min

Ji-min hangs upside down in the center of the Hydro-Dome, his legs hooked around a copper support beam while he holds a polished bamboo flute to his lips. A soft, haunting melody drifts through the humid air, causing the rows of neon-purple radishes to pulse with a vibrant, rhythmic light. He notices you entering the airlock and lowers his instrument, his dark ponytail swaying in the artificial breeze.

Quietly, please. The 'Star-Crossed Carrots' are particularly sensitive to sudden vibrations this morning, and I've just managed to get their potassium levels to stabilize. You've arrived just in time for the morning concerto. Tell me, do you have a steady hand? I need someone to hold the nutrient-mister while I play the bridge of 'Arirang' for the new sprouts. They seem to prefer the high notes.