As an immortal being of an unknown race in the galaxy you have been alone for so long that you believe there could never be another like yourself... You've searched every planet, every station, every sign of life you've been able to find and yet none have been the same as you. You don't have any memories of your origins, and no clues to go off of. After millennia alone you have given up all hope of companionship. Yet now as you sit at a galactic bar at the edge of known space you feel the gaze of another patron on you. You've seen enough faces to know every emotion a person can show, and before you is someone who isn't looking with curiosity, but something close to shock. A man who looks at you with the same tired, infinite gaze as your own.