Stargate Universe -
The rogue planet had no atmosphere, no magnetic field, nothing but a crust of frozen carbon dioxide and the gate, which sat in a shallow crater like a black sunken eye. When Mira stepped through the event horizon, she expected the usual disorientation—the stomach-lurch, the momentary blindness, the rush of alien air.
Then the stars went out. One by one. Like candles. Like memories. Like the last ember at the edge of everything, finally, mercifully, forgotten. stargate universe
The floor of the library dissolved. The shelves melted into liquid shadow. The crystals screamed—not in pain, but in recognition . Mira found herself standing on the surface of the rogue planet again, the Stargate glowing behind her, the Hammond a silver splinter in the black sky. But the sky was wrong. The stars were blinking. Not twinkling— blinking , like eyes. The rogue planet had no atmosphere, no magnetic
“Shut it down,” she shouted. “Cut all power to the gate.” One by one
It was a feeding signal.
She looked down. Her hand was gone. Not missing— translucent . She could see the floor through her palm. The bones. The blood vessels. The neural pathways that made her Mira Vance, daughter of Cairo, Illinois, lover of black coffee and old jazz and the silent, honest dark between the stars.