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Exit wormhole.
Approach vectors dangerous.
Disorient the mind.
Lost vision in the turbulence.
Thought we'd collapse at this speed.
Incalculable G's.

Stabilize.
I didn't come this whole way to die,
Though we seem destined to fry.
A rock on the horizon.
A garden world flourishing,
Growing like a seed.
Glued to my seat,
The straps become a part of me.
Indistinguishable seams.

Rectify the topspin.
The horizon's growing.
It's colors bleed into a mosaic of fire.
A chemical reaction—ship becoming one with the sky.
A single focal point that we live—where our impact is imminent.
A certain date with decimation.
Fate wrestled out of our hands.

Both of us braced, strapped into place;
The captain's chair compressed to my skin.
Though we move at different speeds, every man hurtles through space.

Though few experience infinity.
Our shields were never built for climates like these.
Kerosene.
It's the desire to live that burns me alive.

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