A contribution by Lissa15
You drift about in space, gripping the Superweapon tightly. Black spheres with single eyes swirl around, waiting, watching you. Suddenly their leader appears: the red-eyed white sphere called Zero. You are surounded, but you can hear the ultrasonic songs of the stars and planets around you: where your friends and other inhabitants of those planets are waiting. Thinking of your friends gives you a surge of hope, but among that is fear and uncertainty, still waiting for DARK MATTER to strike.