Place: 600 kilometres away from where you're sitting
A slow hum originates from within relentless emptiness. It gathers into a rumble. It expands, seemingly aeonian. Until, it explodes into... nothing.
As you process the mind-bending silence, the jewel tones of the rock we call home fill your range of vision, and the silence is cut through by the sound of banter - human, even though the POV seems to be that of an invisible alien with a hidden cam.
Then, as you process this intrusion into your brain's me-time, you spot the....