The mighty ship—colossal in its build, large enough to accommodate over eight hundred souls—slowly ascended from the surface of the small green planet. Its engines rumbled low, echoing like a distant storm, and the tremor shook through the air as it pierced the planet's atmosphere, leaving behind a trail of scorched air and trailing energy.
It soared higher, cutting through the final layers of cloud and sky until it breached the edge of space. As it gained distance, putting more and more void between itself and the planet, something deeply unnatural began to occur.
The green planet behind them—lush, vibrant, and mysterious just moments ago—began to pulse.
A great throb, as though the world itself were being compressed by colossal unseen hands, rippled through its form. Then, without warning, a wave of pure blackness surged across it. A shadow... vast and swallowing. The darkness consumed the world, not as a blanket or a nightfall, but as an absolute erasure.
