Transcript S1 E02: Shipshape [Crowd cheering and a significant guitar riff] Narrator M: An impossible, supernatural, crystal ship gleams darkly in the unlight above Stationary Hill, hovering motionlessly under the power of literally basically actual fucking magic.  Narrator S: The crowd goes wild.  Narrator X: There are cheers and gasps and whistles and screams, people…

Transcript S1 E01: Welcome to the Cosmos Narrator S: Okay, so, imagine this.  [Rhythmic guitar and whistling winds.] Narrator M: A vast, jet-black ocean of cosmic darkness spans before you. Ink-dark waves of liquid fog stretch in every direction, horizon to horizon, rolling with a languid sheen, kinda like that drifting film that forms between…