Human kind is looking up to the night sky, wondering where is our message-in-a-bottle now? who rolled down the window and grabbed it like a Happy-Meal in a drive-through. Who is now listening to a Navajo Indians Night Chant ?
Meanwhile, our savior is orbiting a dismal planet in a hellish dimension, somewhere in the multiverse. Orbiting and Orbiting, a sickening planet in a sickening fashion.
Clap to create your own – Voyager conspiracy