An aged traveller,
Moving through a vast expanse,
Empty and chaotic afar,
The traveller casts a wide glance
Emptiness speckled with shimmer,
Following nature's unpredictable dance,
And enchanting view dotted with glitter,

Riding a vessel dubbed "The Lance",
She protects from deaths shivers,
The travellers have only one chance,
To protect the life giver,

For humanity's survival one last dance,
Among the passengers travels hushed murmurs and whispers,
Praying to seek distant lands,
I pose this question to the readers,
What kind of vessel is " The Lance"