She pushed the lever forward, gently, so as to require as little fuel as possible. It took a while for her to arrive, while the thick black mist beyond the window covered up anything that may have lived beyond. She rarely looked there, keeping her gaze set on the controls.
Then, as the ship slowed its course, she murmured a single word, and a dim red light began piercing through the darkness. You could see it equally beyond both windows, gradually illuminating the world beyond the black mist.
It was a wreckage. Once the largest ship she had ever seen, but now a gaping ruin. A skeleton of cold steel, cracked open and scattered across. The structure was so large that it was easy to navigate her ship into the hull, entering where once there had been a window ten times the size of herself.
The glow was stronger on the inside, bright enough now to examine the ruin in detail. A single tear ran down her her cheek as her gaze wandered across the ship's interior, the abandoned living quarters, the defunct controls, the now worthless equipment. But none of it warranted her presence. None of it would help.
And then, her eyes trailed over a a particularly dense fragment of mist that still resisted the light. Her gaze was glued on it as the ship sailed by, and soon she brought it to a halt. The stepped away from the controls toward the window, staring intently into the mist that was now only inches away from her face.
But it didn't go away. What she had seen was still there. Within the red glow, the mist was jittering. It was slight, but it was unmistakable.
She took a step away, her eyes still glued to the window as she returned to the controls, but her fingers found what she was looking for. She held her breath as they worked, until she could hear it. A rumbling, a deep vibration in the air, slight but unmistakable.
For a while she just stood there, until she finally turned away from the window, her focus back on the controls. With skillful motions, she navigated the ship forward, and then she could see it. A dark blue shimmer under the red mist, its energy rippling out like the heat of a fire. She could feel it herself now, like a mild tickling on her skin.
Without wasting another second, she began to turn her ship around. It didn't scrape the wreckage, not even now that she was moving so much faster than before. She found her way back to the first room, back outside the broken window. As soon as she had escaped the wreckage, she murmured the word to make the glow disappear; then she accelerated. No clear course, just away. Farther away.
Within the sunken beast, the red glow had all but vanished, the blue light now invisible to the human eye. No-one had ever looked at it for more than a minute.
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