A derelict vessel drifts slowly closer and closer to a red sun, a massive seed in its depths the only clue to the starship's fate...
The dead tower fell through the black and empty expanse, spinning forever in perfect silence with the great and beautiful and furious red eye of nearest heaven burning behind it. It was silent and hollow as an ancient bone, and throughout and within it twisted a thousand thousand empty hallways where angels feared to tread. Like lambs we looked on, unknowing. Like fools, we approached.
