So many billion stars, and not one of them’s my home. Lost, in a sea of unending time, buried in the desert sands of the past, the world I come from is no more. And should an archeologist exhume my dead world, would I want to see its corpse? see the mummified princes of an age remembered only by me? Would breath still flow past those dried lips? Might they yet whisper their judgements?
I’m not even exiled. The boundary is gone; there’s no in or out. And now where do I go? To what foreign star shall I sail?
Tale Told 