The Man Between the Static
Wandering Ghost
Location - Wild Space, Undefined Star Cluster
Now Playing - Lab Practicum
In the current universe we live in, signals, transmissions and sounds are constantly being emitted throughout the galaxy. With history's incredible achievements in innovation, we have collectively filled the gaps in space. With a universe so full of the sound of war and general civilization, there's no room for silence.
But in the lesser-known regions of space, something stirs in the shadow of sapient society. It breaks through the constant veil of screams created by the living and delivers a message.
A voice. A voice so desperate to be heard, it spread its message through the creases of reality. It infected dreams, it carved messages in stone - dating from undetermined periods in the past.
"Something's coming."
With a message so vague, smuggler ships and wandering exploration vessels simply neglected the strange transmission screaming white noise through their intercoms.
The Man Between the Static suffered in silence on a desolate world within an unmapped Star Cluster. The small planet he resided on was devoid of any color or life - it was a repeating wasteland of grey rocks and mountains.
The Man could only humor his own delusions brought on by madness. He believed he was consuming food - a delicious well-cooked cut of meat, while sitting in a nice hotel. In reality, he gnawed at the air idly, and any spectators would only witness the vague shape of a man laying down on the ground, stirring uncomfortably.
His mind had concocted a desperate lie to dull the pain of intense hunger The Man felt every day.
He wasn't staying on this planet for long - some explorer types would probably arrive on this planet for his force signature to latch on to. It was only a matter of when.
He had all the time in the universe.
Now Playing - Lab Practicum
In the current universe we live in, signals, transmissions and sounds are constantly being emitted throughout the galaxy. With history's incredible achievements in innovation, we have collectively filled the gaps in space. With a universe so full of the sound of war and general civilization, there's no room for silence.
But in the lesser-known regions of space, something stirs in the shadow of sapient society. It breaks through the constant veil of screams created by the living and delivers a message.
A voice. A voice so desperate to be heard, it spread its message through the creases of reality. It infected dreams, it carved messages in stone - dating from undetermined periods in the past.
"Something's coming."
With a message so vague, smuggler ships and wandering exploration vessels simply neglected the strange transmission screaming white noise through their intercoms.
The Man Between the Static suffered in silence on a desolate world within an unmapped Star Cluster. The small planet he resided on was devoid of any color or life - it was a repeating wasteland of grey rocks and mountains.
The Man could only humor his own delusions brought on by madness. He believed he was consuming food - a delicious well-cooked cut of meat, while sitting in a nice hotel. In reality, he gnawed at the air idly, and any spectators would only witness the vague shape of a man laying down on the ground, stirring uncomfortably.
His mind had concocted a desperate lie to dull the pain of intense hunger The Man felt every day.
He wasn't staying on this planet for long - some explorer types would probably arrive on this planet for his force signature to latch on to. It was only a matter of when.
He had all the time in the universe.