In the dark void between galaxies, an entity watches. It is cold, aloof. Beyond the ken of mere mortal minds.

    And it is terrified.

    Galicrom, an ancient creature born from the minds of a now dead galaxy, watches in mute horror as its progeny falls into the gravity well of a planet. As the inhabitants mutilate its child to augment themselves, then venerate the half-alive corpse as their deity.

    It watches as another ship enters orbit, with one of its caretakers in tow.

    And it feels hope.