At death's door, a lonely vulpine floats through space. The only thing nearby to accompany him was a black object, gradually getting larger and larger. He notices this object and its movement towards him, barely able to recognize what it was. Unable to call for help, and as his oxygen rapidly decreases, he reaches out with the hopes of someone, something to grab it. An eternal plead for help, as his body slowly stiffens up. The last bar on his oxygen meter shines red. Just as his last slit of hope flows away, as he closes his eyes, he feels what seems to be another hand grabbing his...
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