Rated for all. Any copyright infringement is not intended, and will be removed immediately upon notice. In the farthest reaches of the galaxy lies a relatively small planet. It revolves a white dwarf star that gives it barely sufficient energy. On one of the lesser land masses of this planet stands a rickety shack, hardly larger than a tool shed.
Cobwebs cover it and dirt encrusts it.
Shadows, produced by what little light dares approach the dwelling, gambol over the its four simple corners. Its dilapidated walls sway at the slightest breeze and its roof shutters at the tiniest movement. In this dank, musty shack lives an ancient man. He is ancient by our standards, but having no reference of his own, he believes he is as young as anyone has ever been. His unkempt beard hides the better part of his face.