008: doom

Nothing was left to see; the great amorphous mass, in all of its bioluminescent glory, had blinded any being capable of gazing upon it. Floating aimlessly in the void, it had not merely blocked out the sun--no, it had consumed the star, much like an amoeba, with little effort. Now world upon world bathed in its eerie glow, pulsating even at such great distance as to imitate a bleeding, throbbing heart. What little life survived--buried deep within so few worlds--could only wait in horror for when the living planet, that hellish scientific impossibility, would come to feast...