The falsified richness of the grass stood in perfect contrast with the blue sky smattering with fluffy clouds. A windmill spun lazily in the distance. There were quite a few holes and pits around, but they were pretty par for the course, the Rolling Green golf course, that is.
This galaxy was actually a fairly popular getaway spot for the older generations to relax with their favourite sport. It was also where Mario had found a Power Star. He had balanced on top of the glass ball imprisioning the Star as he made his way through the perilous course. His success was nothing short of legendary, according to the local folk, and the extra tourists the event brought in didn't lie.
Rosalina sat alone on the tiny brick wall at the starting point, wondering how fun and terrifying it would be to jump off. That would be quite an event, wouldn't it?
But she really wasn't going to. All the publicity in the world wouldn't make up for leaving the Lumas behind.
She stood up and looked down at the sky that was up and also down, and endless abyss of azure. How many people had fallen off, she thought with a ghoulish fascination. Where did they end up? That was something that even she, as a space guardian, wasn't sure of.
Anything that goes down likely won't come back, she figured. It'll be like a black hole, it keeps those it takes.
She'll just have to be careful it didn't take her.