I have an idea of what to do with the dead of space.
The monkeys that evolve before man coexist for a time to hunt. I call them Nephilim.
If these being’s were to b’rhyme thieve God then sheep in limbo would seek their heavenly plots.
Those limbo junkies just want a hole to go through dramatic experiences with close relatives within.
They are crazy, simple and clingy. Best to stay clear.