A ship.
Flying through space,
With the most special of cargoes.
Human life, animal life, plant life.
All in wait (stasis) for the end,
Of their cosmic journey.
The journey to rebuild,
To rebuild all that was lost.
After we destroyed,
All but 7% of the world,
We built the ship,
In the remnants of humanity,
And launched her, with crew,
Into the outer vaccuum,
In hopes that she, ship and crew,
Would find a way to restart,
Us, and not our mistakes.
She's in the cold and waiting.
She can wait forever.
