And so we've made it to the source of the beacon, and found neither vessel, nor signs of life. Instead we're greeted by the cold veil of space. The Kuiper Belt is as lonely a place as I've ever known.
Coordinates confirm this is place it originated. But what happened here? The stars can tell the tale of what transpired. Energy readings are off the charts in a field of space debris. Set forward thrusters to 6% so we can see what we have here.
Brighter than the sun, there's warmth inside its glow. It has opened up my eyes to its light. Drawn to open arms, though we've lost control. A spherical shell of exotic matter. Dimensions that we can't perceive lie before me, creeping towards the event horizon.
How can I explain this? There was a reason that we were brought here. I've seen that light and I can't look away. Why wait for tomorrow when you can seize today?
It is a portal—an interstellar invitation. Worlds of restitution. I've seen that light and it makes sense to me. I see a world that's ours; I see a destiny.
"Do you realize we're traveling at 5,000 feet per second towards uncertainty? Think of the consequence!"
Call it faith, call it science or a deathwish, but I'm not going back until we finish this shit.
As we enter, I see visions that I've seen before. My life, compressed into iteration. I feel a sense of complacency, as spacetime dilates.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
