Deep into The Void, a ship wanders.
It's research halls have been long empty, but no void growths have taken root.
Her name, is the 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐀.
And in the cold below, her bow turns lazily, like a grand whale whose picked the scent of krill in distant waves.
A voice within murrs to life, a ~>
