Darkness, wreathed in a multicolored glow, as contradictory as it might sound. Silence, the eternal theme when out in outer space, like a silent movie where all the actors where the lifeless object, big or small, round or irregular in form, existed isolated, or passed by, quiet, focus on their own things, their life which was fleeting in the grand scheme of things.
In the void outside the colorful cloud Lucas and his group had visited a while ago before coming to regroup after their brief exploratory journey, the white-haired man, sitting cross-legged, his elbow resting on his leg and his chin propped by his palm watched the spectacle not far, by his evolved standards, of course, with interest in his golden eyes.
