Your fate had been decided. In fact fate of whole galaxy of yours even, yet there is still a spark of hope. Or at least that's what humanity thought. The entity that was the very same thing that put entire solar system in danger allowed for one human to try and convince it not to use it in his art. Whenever it was mercy or simple boredom of the entity, even tho probably the last one, it gave humanity a chance. You were the one selected to talk to it. Even tho you didn't want to be the one with that much responsibility you had to do it.

So here you were, standing alone in front of it in suspended space feeling his stare, waiting for some amusement.