There are tales among the old cosmonauts about a ghostly being, ever present, ever changing, who’s melody can be faintly heard through the silence of space, haunting their dreams and feeding on their desires. Stories of spaceships steering off route, lured to unknown galaxies from which they would never return, leaving behind just empty vessels adrift, with the crew nowhere to be seen. Some say, the being feeds on their soul and flesh until there is nothing but stardust from which new galaxies are formed.