DOTLAN EveMaps

We are the Unseen... those who clutch at hearts in the Dead of Night,
Flitting from system to system like Willo-Wisps...
Not always feared, but lurking like Night Terrors at the back-of-your-mind...
Like the sudden wakening when you remember what it was you did,
Always there at the edge of consciousness...
Waiting, watching... sometimes there-and-not-there.
Nothing is what it seems.
Til the Poltergheist begins to move your world,
and the haunted ships stalk your waking nightmare
as you begin to believe in the things you did not want to know.
Cursed Bretheren we are: Serenity Ghost Division...