Our star is dying. All our science. All our hopes, our… our dreams, are foolish! In the face of this, we are dust, nothing more. Unto this dust, we return.
I’m gonna rotate us so the damage is facing away from the sun.
Proximity warning! Hull temperature critical, gravity compensation failing.
A huge red sun, many times larger than the Moon as seen from Earth. Judging by its color, it was no hotter than a glowing coal. Here and there, set into the somber red, were rivers of bright yellow, incandescent Amazons, meandering for thousands of miles before they lost themselves in the deserts of this dying sun.
