Towards an entropic, Souls-like dark fantasy of grey vistas decomposing into black hole swirls:
Something that would go like:
Pressure clocks pinging on our wrists and weapons at the ready, we wander around the insides of massive space whale carcasses dodging the other gas-masked inhumans scavenging for the last dying embers.
(Compare the charnel ground.)
the Budafoki amended 