Somewhere, far away from our ways, drowsy among the stars, under the veil of the eternal night, hooked by sultry attractions of gluttonous blazes, yet pinned at stillness, from asteroids to crescent planets, from thrusters to scaffolds, numerous lingering lifelines hold Goobishen Prime, in all its length, on its final moment.
Emerging from its entrails, a restless flood of cyclopeans insects come and go, abiding by their colour. The lunar white ones harvest the defiled gods, gouging to the core, but safeguard them from annihilation as their demises would disturb Goobishen's slumber. The oil black ones embrace the heat, dance, avoid the burning serpentines, melt matter, create anew for the last ones; The orange ones, tending to the cradle, with their clunk and flare, with a rigor without pair, humming without rest "Goo-bi-hen", "Goo-bi-hen", "Goo-bi-hen", numb tongue ate the "s", yet, they still produce an gentle sonata, resonating on all ends, restoring sanity on all beings.
A final moment has no haste, sometimes it can last near-forever, along with the working ants and dancing flies, nourishing a future on the lost soon-forgotten. A final spur is all it takes, the cocoon breaks, lifelines severed, a vast amount of wreckages gushes out straight into the furnace, whose lights read for the last time the letters branded on the hull, "Goobishen Prime".
Along with the crackling fire, between the drifting scraps and devoured stars, the insectoid mass onboards the new born on whose hull is written "Goobishen Prime", and so, they sail, still humming "Goo-bi-hen", as if their jaw was broken, seeking another future, as if they had forgotten their destination.
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