On the very core of Jupiter there are spheres of firm glass, domes or habitats raised by an advanced civilization or mayhap by the will of some cosmic god… In these domes, surrounded by the endless storms of the murderous gas planet, cities has grown and life sprouted in most grotesque of ways. Was it either seeded by some curious mind of incomprehensive scope or was it an outcome of natural evolution in artificial environment? We will never know, for the chitinous, lanky insectoid natives of the domes – a home they call Margarl in their strange, chittering tongue – are not fond of any who manage to pierce the veil of toxic clouds and set foot in their domes…