The depths were a screeching madness. They once filled minds with the curiosity of beyond, but as you stare into the heart of nothing itself, you know otherwise. As they gaze through the darkness, they realize that they themselves are nothing. They see the true meaning of life, staring into that abyss. And they go mad.
The stars. Small pinpricks of light, winking in and out of existence. They keep you in the past, never knowing the present image, of the stars you gaze upon. Each could be collapsing, as you behold the light, from centuries ago. Each could cave in on itself, imploding with iridescent qualities, then crumpling into oblivion. The planets were toys, new found objects to play with, and conquer. The gleaming surfaces beckoned, welcoming the travelers with open arms. But, as they entered the surface, the haven was not as it seemed. Each world with new dangers and destruction to overcome. Yet, they keep moving forward, hope pulling their arms. The screeching, the madness, the light, the danger, and the darkness. Drowning humanity in a world of pain.
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