The vessel of the Void Mappers glided through the endless expanse of space, its bizarre structure casting long shadows on the walls of the dimly lit interior. It felt alive, with the soft hum of pulsating energy and the faint groans of fused metal and organic matter shifting as they moved. Perseus leaned against a cold wall, his eyes scanning the desolate view outside. He had already resigned himself to this strange journey alongside Tomato, but something weighed on his mind. He turned toward her, watching as she hungrily tore into the scraps of meat she had scavenged from the ship's trash—some kind of alien beast, half-eaten and barely recognizable.
Perseus sighed. "The eighth earth will soon open up," he said, his voice steady but thoughtful. "When it does, you could return with me and Victor. We'll go home, together."