*Crack*
Somehow, what can only be described as a deep sound reverberated across space-time as the very fabric of reality opened a wound upon itself. What lay beyond the opening was incomprehensible to the human eye, and no part of this universe at all — a quantifiable absence, a nothingness that was yet still something.
Between the cracked folds of space, a light brighter than ten thousand suns began to glow, fanning out in every direction.
*Shwal*Zuum
An almost spiritual-looking white object catapulted out of the crack at speeds beyond human capabilities — thousands of times the speed of light — before coming abruptly to a halt.
The light hung motionless in the great abyss, seemingly surveying the view before it — though it was impossible to tell if this was truly the case.
*Boom*
Appearing to have found its target, the light accelerated — deeper into the emptiness, straight towards a certain spiral galaxy. Behind it, the crack slowly closed, leaving not a trace of its presence behind.
The great "silence" returned to this part of the universe.
...
*Spool*
A sound like a jet fighter dropping out of the sky resounded across space — though sound is a strong word. It would be truer to call it a ripple.
"Quellion, the fluctuation in space has stopped. This is the exact area where the disturbance was felt." The report came from one of the blue-skinned figures stationed about the bridge of what could only be a starship — sleek, long, and vast.
"Any further readings?" Atop the central command dais stood a commanding yet beautiful woman with ocean-blue skin and deep violet eyes.
"None, Quellion. In fact, the whole region reads empty — nothing but general background."
"We're a Type 3.8 civilisation, and what happened here is a mystery even to us. Hm."
"Quellion, if I may — it may have been a false reading. I suggest we check our own systems."
"Hm. Celen, run full diagnostics."
"Yes, Quellion." A refined feminine voice sounded through the bridge.
~Nanoseconds later.
"Full diagnostics complete, Quellion. Disruption detected in the quantum wave receiver. The anomaly is predicted false, with 99.99% probability."
"Thank you, Celen. Hm, something still feels off — but with predictions that overwhelming, we close the case."
"Celen, take us out."
"Yes, Quellion."
*Swool*Boom*Flash
The starship, gargantuan in size, vanished back into the dark. Silence would likely reign here for a very, very long time.
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*Shuum*
The white light halted at last, a yellow-white glow rolling off it.
Far below turned a great blue marble. A flash of blue glinted across the "eyes" of the flare.
"Finally found you, after searching time immemorial." An ethereal yet plain synthetic voice sounded from the core of the white light.
And then the light zoomed off — down towards the surface, towards London, England.
Towards the person where this story begins.