"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe."
-Carl Sagan
After hitting light speed you, finally come upon the planet.
It’s grey in hue, you get a shiver as you teleport to the surface.
The air is misty and cold; sun doesn’t penetrate to the surface.
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination
But all the while you hear the creature creepin'up behind
You're out of time
Cause this is: