A fleet crossing the void, dragging its own history behind it. Every frame the previous image is faded, dragged slightly sternward and rotated one notch around the colour wheel before the ships are stamped fresh on top — so each hull tears into a wake of time-shifted ghosts, white where it is now, cycling through cyan, violet and amber where it used to be. Three ships run staggered lanes at different speeds, engines flaring, and their rainbow wakes shear past each other like contrails in a time-lapse. Hover to take the lead ship by the nose and drag its lane, scroll to trade wake length against snap, and press to punch a warp dash — the fleet leaps and the spectrum smears the width of the frame.