The hum of the ship’s engine was the only thing that he could hear, and it seemed to be the only thing that kept him from being driven insane as he stared out the window into the darkness... no light from anything for billions of miles. It was maddening; staring into it for mere seconds would make one feel as if they were being dragged into a never ending black abyss with no escape to even hope for. But that soft humming kept him strong.
Suddenly, a gentle yet strong voice broke the near silence behind him. “This is it. We’re at the coordinates you gave us. Have you decided, sir?”
He continued to stare into the black void in space, the voice having seemed to not distract him from fighting the pull of its nothingness. Finally, the General that had spoken placed a hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of the trance, and he turned to look at the General.
“Jah, sir? Have you made your decision?” the General asked softly.
His eyes glanced back to the window, but this time the gleam of control over the darkness’ grip shone in his eyes. “Yes, Michael.” he replied quietly.
“...Let there be light.”