Imagine, a vast gulf of starry sky and dust and burning gases; a firnament wrought from Chaos. Are we alone?
Or are there OTHERS waiting and watching in their silver machines, humming above the cluds, looking down on us.
Sometimes I think I see them, and then I realise I don't know if it is REAL, or what that word means.
Sometimes I wonder if I am dreaming, and will wake up to find I am there watching me.