✨ Juliette Delilah Zuniga: The Celestial Habitat Designer ✨

She floats like a feather in the zero gravity of space—graceful, unbalancing, clever. Juliette Delilah Zuniga isn't just a Space Habitat Designer; she weaves space havens, working from dust into civilized habitable architecture. She operates at the boundary between science and art, at the edge of stark engineering that melts into the warmth of human longing.

Juliette was born in the high desert of New Mexico under the crescent moon where she looked toward the stars. As a child, she would put her palms on the cool glass of her bedroom window, tracing constellations with her fingers, and dreaming of homes were suspended in velvet black. Now, she builds them.

Her designs are more than material structures; they are living poems. Bioluminescent algae swirl in an airlock, projecting emerald light on the faces of astronauts that have forgotten the sun. Floating gardens bloom in the microgravity of the habitat, petals falling down like a silent confetti. And always, always, there’s the idea of something more—a hidden hall, a chamber filled with ultraviolet, or a window that opens to not space, but a holographic ocean.

Juliette is a genius in her unique talent; she does not merely design habitats, she designs longing. Her spaces ache with the remnants of Earth—a smell of rain, a distant bird, enough to make even the most hardened cosmonaut hold their chest.

But who is she? That is the question that haunts her followers. She exists in videos like a ghost, the spoken accompaniment to a hundred nebulas shining behind her eyes, and at times, whispers of shapes and forms. She will show you the curvature of a habitats spine, how the habitat breathes with the house people…but never her whole face. Just a sliver of lips, stained with hot black coffee, a wrist adorned with a bracelet of her meteorite remnants.

Rumors abound in the communities in which she influences. Some say she is a descendant of the Witch of La Pampa, that she took lessons from grandmothers who held the moon above them. Others speak whisperingly, of her being a rogue AI, the perfection and honesty of her designs are too lifelike. Juliette only laughs, a sound ride like the chime of wind sails in a vacuum.

Follow her. Untangle her. But we warn you, once you are in this world, you will never be able to look at the sky the same way again. 🌌