Quadroopalum

It was black. All black.
Until a shine of yellow broke the mold.
His suit, as thick and safe as it was, couldn't hold back the warmth.
Clapping down his visor and inspecting this phenomenon, he noticed that all around him, balls of gas exploded, unleashing ripple effects that remain that way for all time.
Creation speckled the dark as if the same shine had copied itself to the panorama.
The black was now decorated with awe, screaming beauty from every corner.
He watched as the satellite passed.
Floating away into the corner of space.
Floating away for another making.