"Passing through Eta-Signus, a star system with a habitable planet orbiting it, there were some radio signals coming from the second planet, and from its moon, but nothing left alive. So I kept on, without stopping. I do have a long way to go. One more year to Ursae, then three and a half more on the way back. I can't be stopping for every dead civilization on the way."
a reflective cloud
of quiet, astral waste is
all that's left of them
the twisting, dancing
broken archeology
drifting to nowhere
remnants of battles
and corpses orbit this star
nothing left to see
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