One of the things that is truly lovely about deep space is the silence, the serenity that comes from being a tiny speck in an infinite expanse.
Burning clouds of dust and gas illuminate much of the field of view, with newborn stars adding brilliant points of light. A constant dance of creation and destruction, whose unimaginable violence is tempered by time and distance.
Even in the heart of the Lepskin Void, things can be serene.
As long as I lock the cockpit door and turn off the commlinks.