The jet-black starship floated slowly forward in a dim and shadowy expanse of space.
In this mysterious realm, people had almost entirely lost their sense of time and space.
No one knew how long they had been here.
It could have been just a fleeting moment, or possibly hundreds, even thousands of years spent adrift.
Everyone's consciousness hovered on the edge of delirium, and at some indeterminate point, strange occurrences began to unfold aboard the starship.
Someone reported seeing twisted tendrils sprouting from the iron-walled corridors; another claimed skeletal claws appeared on the smooth floor; and others swore they saw a half-rotted nun's face smiling gently at them, her empty eye sockets releasing writhing maggots.
Some fell into an endless lethargy, while others displayed an unnerving excitation in their mental states.
The iron starship seemed to come alive, teeming with clumps of grotesque organic structures that sprang into being.
