You feel it before it happens.

It has happened before. You feel deep in your bones that this thing has chased you across galaxies like an unshakable dread. It strives to undo. It will undo you. It will undo all of us.

First is suffocation, and then pain. The pain isn\'t localized to any part of you, but to all of you and beyond you. You want to run, but you are pulled in all directions by opposite and equal forces that hold you perfectly still.

It is inescapable this time. You are losing everything that you were. You are bleeding silver into the air like the air is water, and you watch your silver-blood float away from your body. Empty. Empty. Empty.

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...am stuck in a web of black spider silk, frozen in the mind-numbing silence of space...

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...that I have made, I have shaped, my work, laid flat...

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...forced down my throat...

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...and I am sick sick sick...

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...and it is not my fault...

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...half-remember and wished-forgotten, this false-sister...

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...don\'t want to abandon you...

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...like I will burn...

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...trapped, stuck, doomed...

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...run...

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...run...

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...run...

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...run run RUN RUN...

192 - Constellations