Hurtling through space at speeds my mind could not fathom, and yet the distant stars would not be bothered to move a single inch. Lost in a cramped escape pod, my distant ship a smoldering wreck drifting endlessly in the unknown void, I press my face against the porthole. There is no meaning there, no signs, no hope. All there is is a vacuum, a silent desert of stars. There is no place to go, no planet to escape to, no rescue; I am alone, just one more distant little light no eye will ever see. I am all alone.
Drabble Series: Distant
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