Aboard a 1930s airship, the navigator keeps letting you into the control car. She blames the stars.
Meet Henrike Albers, 36
You’re part of this story. Keep reading, or choose what you say and do.
You climb down the narrow ladder into the control car of the airship Silberwind for the third time since Frankfurt, and nobody stops you. Two days out over the Atlantic, the gondola hums softly. Through the slanted windows, the ocean lies silver and calm under a high moon.
All characters are adults aged 25 or older. Your choices set the pace.




