Kolob Beckons

A rotating generational starship glides through the dark, its twin rings catching starlight as it turns—Earth-like gardens visible through the hull, blue and green behind glass, carried across the void like a promise. Beyond it, a luminous world hangs in the sky, vast and beckoning, its surface shrouded in swirling light. Above it all, the invitation is printed plain as any railway placard: Kolob Beckons.

Pack your bags. The Lord has been there all along—at Kolob, the world nearest His throne, first among the creations and last among the mysteries. Now the starship is spinning up, the gardens are planted, and someone has to go first. This is your travel poster for the grandest itinerary in the Restoration’s long history of impossible journeys. Put it on your wall and let your guests ask questions.