Warning: do not travel to the L-4 galaxy, where the sun burns with a ferocity that defies human comprehension and the only shade available is a faint memory of a good sunscreen.
I met a traveler from L-4, who told me of a time when the planet was a lush paradise, with oceans of sparkling silver and skies of deep crimson. Now, it's a desolate wasteland, where the only vegetation is a hardy strain of space-dust that only the most desperate of souls can survive on.
He spoke of the Great L-4 Migration, when the inhabitants of the planet fled in search of a new home, leaving behind only the most stubborn of travelers, who refused to leave the only home they had ever known.
I asked him why he returned, and he said, "because the only adventure is the one you never take."