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 binged on.         
                                    
    the engines are burning hot,    
         and the ship accelerates         
           away. the elves have           
        strapped themselves in, and       
       are lying completely still,        
               like corpses.