Prologue, The Epilogue

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The silence of space is peace. True peace for nothing makes a sound. Alone with your own thoughts with no worries.
It's a tranquil experience, nothing like you've ever experienced. Like a drug, once you've had a taste of it, you want more, you need more.

A true sense of freedom that every human secretly desires. But fly too close to the sun, and your wings melt, you fall from the sky and die on the Earth.
In space its similar, except replace the sun with a black hole, and wings melting with being stretched thin like spaghetti, and death with... Well death's the same.

Living was fun whilst it lasted, but it was getting old anyways. You know, breathing.
Well I suppose I should tell you how I am in this predicament. You know, next to a black hole with no escape in sight.

It all started on a normal trip on board the USSKR. God I loved that ship...

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