In the darkness between the stars, a name is whispered in fear, a presence felt but never seen. I am the shadow that watches, the cold void that consumes. My ship drifts silently, lurking at the edge of the known universe, where the light of distant suns fails to reach.
Those who have crossed my path never speak of it again, and those who have tried to flee are left drifting, lost in the expanse. You may think you’re safe in the bright lights of the station, or tucked away in a distant system, but remember this: nowhere is truly safe. And when the void calls, it always has its claim.
Do not look to the stars for answers. Do not speak my name. The only truth left is the silence that follows in my wake.