Immersed in emptiness The mass of other bodies pushed aside Soft echoing of solitary footsteps
This hollow station is Alienation Offworld advancements had trapped her within. Where had such wonder gone? Every hope had been taken for granted The fabric of reality torn apart.
Alone and unprepared No restitution Mortality of flesh Is realized.
Sphere of exotic matter Folds the fabric of the universe. "Know us not by our names but by the dark that created us." Pale flesh abominations brought forth from other worlds. Initial contact was met with aggression. Each being spoke with ten voices, droning words from their sides. The depth of space had been Named as their father.
Cold. Empty. Void.
Displacement. To be alone. Displacement. To be alone. Alone.