The first 3DSpace world wasn't built, it appeared. A sphere slowly turning in the void, weightless, whole, older than the hands reaching for it. No map, no master, only an orbit etched in silence. Then came dozens more, planets scattered across the vast cosmic ledger, each with its own skin and sky. Some burn bright, scarred by storms and traces of passage. Others drift quietly, guarding their secrets, waiting for the next traveler to arrive. When markets ignite, the worlds keep spinning. When the voices fade, they shine in the dark. They move without haste and without pretense, proof that in space, motion itself is immutable.