Immersed in emptiness. The mass of other bodies pushed aside. Soft echoing of solitary footsteps. This hollow station is alienation. Off world advance Had trapped her withing. 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 depths of space had been Named as their father. Cold. Empty. Void. Displacement. To be alone. Alone. Cold. Empty. Void. The Dark that created us.