In the depths of intergalactic space, sits a cold, dead world. Its pitch black surface scarred by a long dead star. It's hard to distinguish where the dark planetary surface ends, and the sky begins.

Piercing through the blackness, a tiny white spacecraft approaches the planet. Shaped like a pill or a capsule. Beneath the craft, a cloud of mist flares up. Long-frozen ice being stirred up again, for the first time in four billion years.

The ship gently settles on the surface. CRACK! Suddenly, the door of the craft swings open, the ramp crashing down onto the floor.

Inside the craft stands a brilliant, bright orange fox. A black witchy hat on his head, with white stars printed on it.

Illuminated by the white lights of the ship behind him, he looks divine. Powerful. 

He walks methodically, confidently down the ramp. In no hurry. Every movement he makes has purpose.

The door slams shut behind the fox, and the planet is in darkness once again. Illuminated only by the faint glow from the spacecraft windows, and the faint light from distance galaxies. 

The fox waves his paw, and instantly, three little, blue flames ignite in the air around him. Following him as he walks. Illuminating everything with a faint blue glow.

He waves his paw a second time, and instantly, the ground beneath him begins to shift. Ice and rock that haven't moved for eons, suddenly shifting. The sound something like bones cracking in front of a microphone. It's chilling, and thunderous. The fox only responds with a slight smile.

The ground opens up, like the mouth of a dragon. Revealing a bright red, glowing cave, with a stairway-like ramp of jagged rock leading down into it. The fox begins walking down the staircase, just as calmly, just as methodically, as before.

As the cave entrance behind him slowly fades from view, the staircase just seems to go on, and on, and on. Slowly spiralling down into a huge, vast chasm. Embedded in the walls are red, flashing lights. The computers of a long-dead civilisation. Still flashing. Still active, somehow.

The cold, icy ground beneath the fox's feet cracking with every step. The most deathly, harrowing sound. He simply flicks his ear, and keeps walking.

In the distance, in front of him, the fox spots his target. A vaguely Japanese-looking shrine, with a faint pink glow. Cherry blossoms and little blue ponds surrounding it. The faint sound of trickling water. It still looks alive. As if it hasn't aged at all, while the planet around it died.

The fox begins walking toward it - then suddenly flinches! 

Outgassing from the cave walls, two clouds of purple and black smoke suddenly materialise in front of him. Inside them - half-rotted human skeletons, coated in greyish brown flesh.

The skeletons let out a wailing, harrowing scream, their mouths suddenly opening impossibly wide, a horrific fiery red glow inside them, like fire waiting to consume its victim. They lunge at the fox.

The fox delicately jumps into the air, and spins. Using his tail like a sword, cutting down the skeletons effortlessly. A ring of golden light flashing around him as he attacks.

The two skeletons instantly collapse in front of him. The rotting, hollow bones clattering down the staircase. The red and purple glow fading away from them, leaving them dark, and lifeless.

Two blue, human spirits float up from the shattered remains. Smiling at the fox, as if to thank him, before flying upwards, into the distance, and fading away.
The fox approaches the shrine, walking through the big red gate. As soon as he crosses through, the cave around him suddenly fades away, just like the ghosts. He is standing in a lush meadow, which stretches as far as the eye can see. Around him are endless stretches of red and white flowers, cherry blossom trees, and gently trickling streams.

This place seems to exist beyond time. Beyond space. Everywhere and nowhere at once.

Casually dusting off his shoulder, the fox enters the shrine, through the wide open doorway. His lush, fluffy tail wagging softly behind him. The three blue licks of fire, still floating around him.

Just like the shrine itself, the fox seems ageless. Young and ancient at the same time.