A long, dark sail through a starry river. Glimpses of sights ever older, drifting aloft. Frictionless void, echoless chamber. Until collision, suspicion and interception. The long voyage has ended.
A very spur-of-the-moment painting. A flash of this vision popped into my head and I did my best to capture the same feeling's I experienced. A hopeful sense of awe.
The voyager probe is out there for anyone to find, maybe this isn't an impossible vision.