eppuzoha

I was alone in space. In a way that wasn’t so bad to wake up to. The limitless void greeted my vision, thousands of stars weaving a tapestry of light and colour on a scale beyond comprehension. Space is god-damn beautiful and I’ll fight anyone who says the view is cliche. Admittedly, I’d lose, but the point stands. For now I was treated to a binary star system. Gold and silver suns spiralled together like the first dance at a wedding. Orange and purple planets, likely barren and burning, flickered in their light before an asteroid belt, and further shining orbs paced the way to a colossal teal and blue gas giant, wrapped in an X of rings. IIt looked absolutely magical, even if I knew it was likely the result of some moon interfering and splitting the orbit of ice and frost. Speaking of, where was my ice? I remembered the hustle to get into Cryo-Sleep before the wormhole jump. The klaxons and sirens counting down. Blushing pacing through the public showers of the ship