Space, a vast and ever-expanding vacuum that covered the universe. It was a cold and dark void, dimly lit by the light of distant and dying stars. An ocean that connected every planet, no matter how distant or isolated they were to one another. Something that Scallio felt others either ignored or forgot. He'd spent his entire childhood with it right outside his window. He watched for years as planets came and went like the seasons. One of two constants in his world of continuous change.