Space Virus Type 2 Fungal

Space. Black and white. Black vacuum and white stars. In the distance. Distant stars. The kind you want to reach out to. Such white light in the darkness. And it seems like a very cold light. But bright. And still captivating. Because there is nothing else in the darkness of the black vacuum of night. Endless night and emptiness. Asteroids and planets. Rare, barely noticeable islands floating in this ocean.

Distant stars. Moths of space. They or we. We move. Navigating by these stars. Twinkling in the distance. And who knows what hides here. If the stars have cold light. Then where is the real fire hiding? And what shape does it take? Where is the lamplight? This could have the most unexpected answer. And an example. Something harmless. Or simply something that can break this darkness of night.

The spaceship moved forward like a black coal. And its engine was burning. Burning out. An atomic charge. It was a huge, stone-black spaceship. Inside it, a vast labyrinth unfolds. And the drama of interplanetary life. Life that dared to explore the depths. The infinity of the vacuum.

There were settlements there. And there still are. It's like cities trapped in a huge black stone. The ship hurtles through space at incredible speed. Moving through space. Like a stone thrown across a lake. It's impossible to say whether it's possible to throw a stone so that it flies across the entire lake. Only a theoretical guess. Most likely, the stone will stop and sink.

Between the cities inside the stone, there are black partitions. Black labyrinths. And corridors. Through which everything is connected. It truly is a huge stone. Inside which tunnels and voids are made. Where life develops. This megastructure moves through space. It's unknown for how long. These are already new inhabitants. Inhabitants of interstellar space. Perhaps they once lived on planets. But now they live inside a huge stone with an atomic engine. Artificial evolution.

Transition from a planet to a rock and flight through space. Planets also fly through space. But it's not so noticeable to the inhabitants of planets. And on a rock, it's also not noticeable – it's huge. But everyone knows it's flying through interstellar space. Without a final destination. Movement is the goal. A mega-construction. A ship is a mega-structure. Enormous and stable. Like a comet flying. Further and further. Having only a general vector of movement and direction.

A huge spaceship. Rushing at incredible speed. And yet it's so small to explore the entire cosmos. Doomed to be lost in space. And simply move along a vector. Not forward and not backward. Just in a given direction. The universe is so vast. There is so much emptiness in it. And darkness. Everything around is black. Endless black. Infinity is black. The universe is vast. The ship is vast. Like a large rock thrown across a lake or ocean.

It's like a planet. Which is moving somewhere. Along with its inhabitants. Who live there from one generation to the next. Something is changing. Something is happening. Everything is happening inside this stone. The stone is irregularly shaped. But relatively oval. A long, elongated oval. The universe is so vast. That even such a large stone, inside which there are cities and inhabitants, needs to make stops. Around planets. And asteroids. Around other stones flying through space, just like itself. Planets, stones, and asteroids. The computer will always record this. And make calculations. The distances are so vast that there is time for this. And it will begin braking. Although inside the stone, all this is completely unnoticeable. People live here for a long time. Entire generations.

You always need to take something. Bring something new. Find something. It's a natural process. For life. To replenish supplies. That's first and foremost. It's instinct.