Angelica

An invisible tower-shaped ship sailed through the dark and cold vacuum at speeds nearing the limit of the universe. Inside the top floor of the ship stood Malavan, his eyes staring intensely at the darkness outside the ship. The ship's walls were transparent to him, allowing him to see everything on the outside...

It had been two days since he had started this expedition, and the outside world was just as he imagined: a stifling emptiness that threatens to suffocate those who stare at it for too long. He once again questioned the goal of this expedition. Would he be able to accomplish it, and if he did, when would it be? How long would it take? A hundred years, a thousand, ten thousand, or a hundred thousand years?