Stars

The realm beyond mortal worlds—a silent expanse of pinpricks and swirling void where ships of unknown design drift like ghostly galleons. To Idas, it is a question of origin: to stand beneath such skies is to gaze upon one's own ancestry. Leela points toward this infinity not as a place of exile but as belonging, a home the Doctor acknowledges with measured certainty. The absence of gravity gnaws at the edges of perception; light bends through layers of distance unmarked by maps, and the horizon stretches not in miles but in centuries.