This planet had no name.
Gustav never bothered to give it one. It was a silent sphere of silver-blue and black soil and still, empty plains that stretched farther than any human eye could see.
Above it was a sky that never change. It was a starless dusk of neither day nor night, hung like an eternal curtain. Nothing lived here. Nothing grew here.
It was the only place in the universe stable enough to survive his uncontrolled presence because he created it for that very purpose.
The ground did not crack beneath his feet. The air did not tear apart under his pressure. No gravitational storms waged when he breathed.
Earth would never be able to withstand even ten minutes of him being there anymore unless he found a way to reduce his strength.
And so he stayed here.
For centuries.
Alone.
