There is a mystery here.
But mysteries do not have to be solved.
Live in that mystery.
Live in that confusion.
There's glory in it. Like birds cawing across a dark field.
Like the smell of dust and ... apricots?
Science Fiction demands answers. Science demands answers.
But stories don't always. Stories aren't always finished. Or they are finished, and then there's nothing.
Sometimes there's just a bunch of gnarled wood and mist and secrets.
This is new, and it is beautiful.