You stand on the precipice, the threshold between dissolution and unification. The road ahead is paved with the death of a thousand galaxies, alas, the cycle must continue. Universe be with U
You stand in the entrance to the ship, squinting in the momentary dimness before the walls appear to swell and glow in apparent sync with your own pulse, which gradually slows to a calming rhythm. Looking onwards, a complex labyrinth extends beyond. Lightly wrenching your foot free from the viscous fluid coating the floor, you journey on. Universe be with U.
As your feet grace the entrance chamber you cast a glance over your shoulder. A muscular structure spins into a tight spiral severing your ties to the world you have left behind. UBWU