It is, for some. Or it was. The planet has been through some difficult years lately. But it's still quite beautiful. The gleaming spires of the ancient monuments of the Capitol stretch to the sky and the corridors ring with the soft sound of bells keeping the time.

[Narvin rarely gets even slightly poetic. Lark has brought out what tiny shred of aestheticism exists in him by asking about Gallifrey. Narvin loves his planet.]