The expedition was annihilated.

The room goes silent.

The Sparrow is a story about first contact, but it is really a story about the silence of God, the nature of evil, and the terrifying, beautiful, broken miracle of human love. It asks the oldest question: If God is good, why do the innocent suffer? And it dares to answer: I don’t know. But I will sit with you in the darkness anyway.

But Father Candotti, after a long pause, says, “You were out of your mind. You were starving. You were tortured beyond endurance. That is not a sin. That is a wound.”

Finally, after ten months, a salvage vessel from Earth—sent to investigate the lost Jesuit mission—found him. They found a ghost. Emilio Sandoz was a skeleton wrapped in scarred skin, his hands useless, his spirit a black void. He was the only survivor.

In the year 2019, a remarkable thing happened. A vast, powerful radio signal was detected from the vicinity of Alpha Centauri, our closest neighboring star system. It was not random noise. It was music—complex, beautiful, mathematically elegant—and it could only have come from an intelligent species. Humanity, it seemed, was not alone.