[i]To many, space is the final frontier. A vast, endless, untapped and limitless expanse of possibilities and potential. Untold amounts of resources and riches, unending real estate and the undeniable opportunity to become the first to discover somehting nobody else has ever seen. It is the Seaof Stars that used to twinkle so high above, beautiful and mysterious, but always out of reach, stirring the imagination and curiosity across untold millions for a span of time that is unfathomable to most living beings. And yet, somehow, at some point, those who lived on the surface of a sole, lonesome planet, eventually manged to reach this place of dreams...

... And what did they have to show for all their hard work and accomplishments? A ruined, scattered and fallen-apart collection of worlds, who had all been decimated by something they didn't understand or even knew was out there, until it was too late. They had started the race, reached the goal, and instead of gettinga  gold medal, got punched so hard in the face taht they tumbled all the way back and past the starting line...


... Was it worth it? All of their dreams, their hopes, their ambitions? Had they amounted to anything more than galactic dust, so frail and ephemeral that a single powerful gust had blown it all away into the infinty?[/i]

A voice.

A voice amde words that shattered the musings of the one inside. The one who had been so lost in their own thoughts and contemplation, that time had lost all meaning and passed on by without notice. But ntohing ever truly stood still, at least not until entropy secured it's complete dominance over all of existence, and that time was not yet here. Thus, her peace was disturbed and her senses stirred.

The voice belonged to [i]her[/i]. The one they called Goddess. The one they rallied and flocked to. For guidance. For protection. For survival. A shining light, a beacon of hope and a pillar of support to all and any. Tiny shoulders, forced to bare the weight of the world, simply because nobody else would. Or becaue nobody else could? The difference was a semantic trifle either way. For to many, she was both sun, moon and stars, to others, she was the guardian and protector, and to others, the guiding force that allowed their pitiful lives to continue.

To Miyuki...

... What was this little creature?

Well, such things could be left to be contemplated and thought about at a later time. For now, there was a call and a question. A silly question, but a question nontheless. During... Whatever it was that had happened earlier... All taht Miyuki had felt was a slight rumble and momentary shaking... Hardly something to be concerned or make a fuss about. Not nearly enough to get the fox-being to leave the comfort of her current state.

... Which was lying curled up on her bed, in a state of most absolute disheveled undress...

Empty bottles of drunk-sauce, boxes stacked atop of boxes of empty, crumb-littered food containers, a veritable little wall or fence of empty mugs and cups stacked atop each other like a barrier... All these things surrounded the bed upon which the black-haired, bodaciously busty being now lay, hal-awake from the external irritant that had come to pester it.

"[i]Mmmnnnnnmnmnh... Fine... 's all fine... Good night...[/i]"

A loud, exaggeratedly cute yawn escaped, and then the room fell silent again. Leaving Yumeko at an unanswred, unopened door.