gray  skies,  swirling with  soot. stony 
 ground  with  no  hints  of  vegetation. 
 below  the   surface   are   the  mines, 
 spiraling  down  into the  crust.  small 
 compared to  the caverns they eventually 
 reach and join with. the  temperature is 
 higher down here, and  the  view is  not 
 as monochrome:  a  green  light  beckons 
               from below.                
 long ago, there was  a lifeform here. in 
 the center  of the  planetoid, something 
 dormant,  waiting  for a collision  with 
 another  body.   but   no   planet   was 
 reached,  and  over  time, the  seedling 
             became a sludge.             
 and   elves  came  as  miners,  and  the 
           sludge was bottled.            
      the cargo ship is filled,     
         prepared for launch,       
      ignition sequence started     
       hours ago. elves in the      
      passenger cabin, not yet      
      seated. but something is      
      wrong. there is something     
      green around their mouths.    
    the sludge has been sampled,    
        entertained, and then       
         finally bindged on.        
    the engines are burning hot,    
         and the ship accelerates         
           away. the elves have           
       strapped themselves in, and        
       are lying completely still,        
               like corpses.