In the quiet sector, where the sky bleached itself white in an endless twilight, the structure stood as a monument to forgotten purposes. Its corrugated metal roof sang a silent, tinny song to the one star that dared to pierce the luminous void. Below the black eaves, walls of dark metal and horizontal siding held their breath, punctuated only by the vacant stare of a small, square window and the angled glance of another. Two circular lights on the lower facade pulsed with a slow, rhythmic glow, a solitary signal answering the pinprick in the heavens, waiting for a reply that never came across the silent, metallic expanse.
