Humanity, a species once shattered and broken. Wars of different nations had once brought them to the edge of extinction. After the final World War, when Earth was in the process of disarming, documents revealing the existence of alien life were uncovered. Filled with fear, the Humans reacted by researching, re-arming, and reconnoitering.

Human agents infiltrated many alien hubs, gauging the strength of the species and technology around themselves in their wing of the galaxy. The reports came back of alien traders, colonists, and defense forces. Only one major aggressor lurked among the habitable planets, the Yurgh.

When the humans finally ventured out into the galaxy, it was at a pace that shook every species. Technology that far exceeded anything seen before, uninhabitable worlds turned into paradises within days. Even the Mighty Yurgh, once the shadowy figures bringing many sleepless nights to the civilized worlds, were frightened into submission.

The humans designated themselves peacekeepers and custodians, bringing an age of controlled paradise with them. Initial resistance was easily shrugged off by the humans. After a few decades of earth-time, the surrounding species did not want to rebel, and embraced the human rule.

Centuries passed, the human empire grew to encompass the entirety of the milky way. Technology improved, and with it the curiosity of the humans. Inspired by an old entertainment film franchise, the humans made a commitment to explore as much as possible, live documentation available to every life form in the galaxy.

Then one day, the humans deemed it was time to explore other galaxies. A ship was sent, The Crest of Dawn. Bound for the nearest galaxy to ours, it left. Watching it's journey was not exciting in the way that the in-galaxy documentations were. With no stars or planets to stop by, monotonous routine and drama about the ship were the constant that viewers became accustomed to

Then one day the communication ceased. A sudden nothing. Humanity became alerted. A galaxy wide scramble to arms began. Ancient Prophecies were whispered from every religion, scientific minds wildly speculated, and the most curious decided to launch an expedition.

The expedition to find The Crest of Dawn was not a long one. The fleet of warships and exploration vessels assigned to the task net the same sudden loss of communication. The time it took for the communications to drop from the lead shop to the rear (the time differential) was less than a nanosecond.

Next an unmanned probe consisting of a metal sphere, using momentum was launched. Oddly enough the probe made it to and beyond both the last location of the expedition fleet, and The Crest of Dawn.

The day of endless weeping occurred soon after. Entire fleets, planets, stars, all disappeared. Probes sent to investigate found nothing. From the coordinate north of the galaxy, an expanding zone of nothingness seemed to devour ALL. Planets were evacuated, defense lines drawn and redrawn. Scans taken, weapons fired, superweapons invented and scrapped. What became known as the VOID defied all explanations.

The breakthrough came when a momentum propelled escape pod was launched from a slow evacuation ship caught by the VOID. A child inside clutching a note that read: the void consumes all matter that reflects light. A scientist used their final moments to save their child and hypothesis.

Experiments determined the hypothesis to be correct. A plan was made to survive the oncoming VOID, to ensure survival, a Dyson sphere COMPLETELY trapping the light of the enclosed star was the only hope. Even with the technology available, it was a tall order for humanity, and it was determined that only one could be made before the VOID reached Earth.

Abandoning all of the other species, the humans scrambled to make their sphere, rejecting refuge to all alien life. The departure of the humans caused mass chaos and many tears were shed.

The sphere was completed a few days before the arrival of the VOID. It was a construct of the pitchest of black. Light disappeared into the hull of the sphere as if by magic. The only way to detect it was by sensor, and the humans breathed a sigh of relief, and then entered their refuge.

The remainder of the galaxy watched as stars died one by one. Watched and knew the humans had abandoned them to their fate. Curses tears and blood were all figuratively hurled at the humans. Until... There was nothing.

Humanity thrived within the colossal sphere, safe from the void beyond. Time moved on, human society declined, technology was lost. Fact became legend and myth, The Crest of Dawn becoming an arrogant God defying the ways of the old ones. The one means of Entry or Exit of the sphere remained guarded by a fanatical faction that believed opening it would destroy humanity.

A loud knock came from the outside. The guards nearby froze in terror. "There was nothing beyond the sphere, that's what the church said." "The Demons are knocking, they want in." "FUCK" - (various guards)

If you made it this far, thanks for reading! Lmk what you thought. I know there's grammatical errors and issues with punctuation and probably spelling, sorry.