The hulks spin without purpose in endless freefall. Functions lost to the long ago, impossible in the now. Each no more than debris; single parents to offspring that carry a part of them away forever. Violent matings that spawn more of their kind sparkle and erupt in the void. Countless progeny continue along their futile passage - an inhospitable, tangled necklace with no beginning and no end.
Tendrils of poisoned air clutch at the lowest, dragging them to a bright, hot fate. Long light slashes the sky, unseen through the roiling murk.
Their ash drifts across the choked and silent Earth.