A whisper in deep time. A rhythm of solitude and orbit, of messages carried across impossible distances. SOLE is not a journey in the usual sense, but something slower—more tidal. It is a meditation on movement and memory, on the architecture of leaving, and the strange, persistent gravity of return. A story told in silences and half-finished transmissions, in ships repaired by hand and constellations rearranged by hope.

It follows two paths: one in orbit, where a future is being assembled from schematics and longing; another planetside, where survival and purpose converge under unfamiliar suns. Between them, a black hole looms—not only as an obstacle, but as a question. A wound in the map. A door no one meant to find.

Through strange creatures, empty landscapes, and voices from the edge of known space, SOLE traces the shape of absence, of connection, and of quiet determination. A story of what’s left when everything else falls away. Of what it means to go—slowly, carefully, entirely—and still hope to be found.