Varian sat on the rim of the ghostship, staring into the empty space with a pensive gaze.
It was dark all around. The two suns were like two little torches in the far distance, spreading light but unable to quell the ever-present darkness.
The nearby planetoids glowed as they took on a celebratory look. The space cities an hour away were more vibrant, like some disco lights at a crazy party.
Everyone was looking forward to the coronation day. All the planets, planetoids, and space cities were preparing for the event that would kick off the next era.
There was still grief. But it was suppressed by the cheers. When it came down to the numbers, the majority were still safe. Even with the losses of Neptune, most families were intact and secure.
And even the ones that lost their loved ones tried to deal with the grief with the hope of a new future. They subdued their own sadness and tried to hold onto the promise of tomorrow.