The roaring rush was gone. The deafening explosive thunder had subsided, and I was left to drift in the pristine stillness while my saliva boiled away. The freezing cold on my face was punctuated by the growing heat on my back. I stared languidly at the ship, as it pulled itself infinitely thin and vanished, silently.
I close my eyes, that I might be blind as well as deaf to my fate. And so I embrace the dark king, who's terrible kingdom is the infinite.
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