The Final Voyage Ally Carlin
Space exists as an endless void. To die there is to die in complete and utter solitude. He flounders, grasping for something, anything, but he can’t even hold onto his life. Gasping for air, he inhales only stardust, suffocating himself more. Orbits of orange, red and green dance around him and he forgets about dying for just a moment. These colors are the most astonishing works of art he’s ever witnessed. He reaches for them, wants to be submerged into them, but they stay just out of reach and begin to dissipate. He’s engulfed by darkness.
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