The humming of the Tulpar's engines was a low, comforting thrum against Swansea's very bones, a stark contrast to the icy dread that often clawed at his core. He meticulously calibrated the warp drive, the precision of the task a balm to his agitated senses, a fragile tether to the man he once was. As the Tulpar carved a silent path through the obsidian theatre of space, Swansea found solace in the shared purpose of his crew, their innocent trust a heavy, yet ultimately vital, burden to bear.