[center][h1]MF&P #10 - Ten![/h1][/center]

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Lights.
Eight Stars.
Cresting the sky.
Reaching out ad infinitum.
White horses of the horizon.
The sleek battleship grey churning past.
Septuplets guiding the navigator through the abyss.
Cargo cowering in fear of the eldritch benthos.
An esoteric mind rises through the inky depths; searching.
Sextuplets winking out above the screeching tearing of steel bulkhead.


by [@PerfectThought]