And so, the forever god silence hangs suspended in the void of black that “They” couldn’t wait to rush to…<br/><br/>The sign read, “Thousands of light years from home.” As Adrial’s travel ship, full of 150 passengers docks at the “Comfor Travel Space Station.”<br/>To this claim the soft appearing boy laughs, earth had never been his home he had never even seen it and he could have well guessed that everyone else here was thinking the same thing but for whatever reason, that abandoned forgotten marble was equal to a god in the eyes of many including the united government.<br/><br/>He smells of caramel and roses as he walks out into the station, crowds of people around him, their faces and appearances meaning nothing to him anymore. He looks back at the ship, longing to leave the pain that had put him on it back in his seat but the tighter he clutches his book bag, which was his only luggage, the more he realizes this will be an impossibility.. maybe forever.<br/><br/>He silently walks to the center of the large room he had just been dropped off in, this was the civilian half.. for travelers and wanderers like him. It was a sickly dim white, the floor and the ceiling, the windows poor and fogged, the seats black to add a lovely contrast but failing at the lovely part. Every where he looks Adrial only sees miserable expressions and he begins to toy with wondering what they were running from or running to, that has them looking so upset. He then wonders if they watch him and wonder the same thing.<br/><br/>He shakes his head to symbolically shake these feelings. And then he simply strides through the area, walking to a row of seats in front of a very large bay window overlooking a planet, long in the distance that he had just left. It was so beautiful from where he now viewed it, bright green and yellow.. so bright it seemed to have a fuzz around it and gently illuminated the white surrounding the window.<br/><br/>Adrial takes his seat slowly and adjusts himself. He hadn’t realized how horridly he almost matched the room, his pants were made from a sweat pants sort of material but hugged his form more, they were white with blue specks dotting their surface, his shirt.. pure black with the white face of a cartoon kitten on it, winking to whoever should look. From his bag he retrieves a canteen of water and sips from it, curling his knees to his chest and leaning his head on his shoulder, he had far too much time until his next flight would arriv… perhaps he could doze off for even a moment.