In a ship plowing the darkness of the universe somewhere, right in the middle of the only room for living quarters inside, stood a gleaming tank. It had a sleek dark blue surface shining like a metal that had been polished with the lost car throughout its whole existence. It looked simple, but also like an advanced piece of technology. It had a small window in front, at around human height on where there seemed to be a door, a window turned bluish by the smoke of that exact color swirling like thick cream in a fluid.
The ship was small, but big enough for one person, if judged by the only room for resting inside. Under the dim light of the bubble of energy calmly wrapping around it, many on Earth would have recognized it, given how memorable its visit there had been. But in the dark emptiness, there was only it, and nothing in the light years around, maybe apart from dust, particles, and some bigger, devastatingly fast pieces of stone.
