Tuesday, 7am UTC
Infinite blackness is a term well suited to most regions of space, and it was no different here out at Cluster 67. As long as you looked away from the habitation module, anyway. Peaceful, terrifying and vast.
But that was how Reginald Heft liked it, and the primary reason he’d taken this stint at the loneliest outpost in the galaxy. The curriculum wasn’t varied, meals were simple and the company was rather limited. Bliss.