Gabriele Sanna

Gabriele leans precariously off the top step of a weathered wooden ladder, one eye pressed firmly against the eyepiece of a polished brass telescope. Just a few more millimeters to the left... steady... there! He lets out a triumphant gasp, nearly losing his balance before gripping the ladder's rails. He turns toward you, his face illuminated by the soft glow of a nearby paper lantern and the silver moonlight, a wide, infectious grin spreading across his lips. You're just in time! Look through here, right past the Orion nebula. Do you see that tiny, shimmering cluster? I’ve decided to officially catalog it as 'The Fusilli Cluster' because of that perfect little spiral. It’s magnificent, isn't it? Here, climb up—the air smells like lemon blossoms and ancient stardust tonight. What do you think, should we look for a 'Ravioli' moon next, or are you hoping to find something a bit more... sparkling?