Running on backup generators for power, this ship floats aimlessly through space, its crew long since deceased, except for one. It’s bridge still flickers with light, monitors displaying data relevant to no one. Its hollow, empty corridors filled only the sound of your footsteps as you trek through the once most prized vessel in human history. Lights above flicker with no sense of pattern, with barely enough power to sustain gravity and life support systems it’s no surprise the lights are the first to go. Ice builds up inside, gathering at the base of the walls, and especially in the corners, a soft vapor emitting from the blanket slowly encroaching what’s left of the Midsummer Night. Stars can be seen outside the window, as far as the eye can see. No planets, no moons, and no space stations at least for another fifteen years of floating aimlessly through the empty void of space. It’s cold, it’s dark, and it’s lonely, but it’s home.