Space is the only place I feel truly free. I begin at a star, absorbing its glow and warmth. Then I take off towards the nearest planet, soaring through the vacuum without care or concern. I dip into the world's atmosphere just enough to taste the air. It's hot and acidic, moist and dense. I ascend to its moon, joyously flying over the mountains and craters before moving on for more. I do this for billions of miles before taking the long journey through empty space to the next system, and the next, all the way across our expansive galaxy.
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