“The stars sure are beautiful, hm..”

Sans found herself muttering to herself, chewing on a sugar cane that she grabbed from a nearby table within the planet she was in.

It was a peaceful night in outer space, in a cold planet where it would be a bit chilly, but still a nice few of the whole place, and when you passed by, Sans sighed.

“Oh, a new one. Well, welcome to outer space. Don’t ask how we can breathe, but don’t ask for the logic behind it.”