Captain's Log: I have found outer space to be populated with the souls of the dead and looming digital beings cloaked in shadows with thin, glowing red eyes. What should be a menacing presence instead arouses no fear or anxiety but delivers instead a message of righteous existence. The world can be saved with sound it seems, if only we are capable of receiving the transmissions from the end of time.
Though my body returns to the planet, some part of me does not return, and I fear never will. It remains beyond with the ghosts and those mysterious shadowy beings, travelling perhaps, or maybe hovering, waiting, never coming any closer to the Earth, than the edge of the atmosphere. - Cpt