1 - One

We find ourselves in a trip towards the interior of the nebula of Proxatar, at 36 knots.
It's difficult to stand that black barrier of sound that floats in our surroundings; white lights are coming cutting the monotony, right in front of my eyes.
I wonder what is the cause of that interspacial scream to which we travel to.
The voice of Proxatar asks us not to drip blood from our eyes so we don't disturb the sleeping snake.

In front of me, eternity silenced itself.