The stars shine, but the sun is invisible.
This world seems eternally silent.
The ground trembles, countless specks of dust silently rise, reflecting firelight, quietly dancing in the dark.
On the enormous structures above, countless air leaks form rapidly spouting white mist, rushing into the vacuum, while terrifying cold floods indoors.
Exchange of goods and services.
They look like big-headed dolls running on the barren earth.
The figures are shrouded in bulky gray spacesuits, gripping specially modified guns and weapons, pulling the trigger at the guards beyond the rift.
In the low-gravity vacuum, they nimbly leap on the ground, silently delivering death to the enemy, and silently greeting their own death.
Hear the sound of breaking and shouting.
At the instant of confirmed death, flames from within engulf everything, ultimately even the spacesuits are decomposed under Alchemy, merging into the dust.
Only a wisp of flying ash remains.
