***
"DISABLED! HER CORE IS FUCKED!"
"..,WE'RE OUT OF POSITION! TELL THE COMMANDER THAT WE'VE BEEN RE-ENGAGED ARE ATTEMPTING TO PULL BACK!"
"WHAT ABOUT G36?"
"WE CAN RECOVER HER CHASSIS LATER! RIGHT NOW, WE NEED TO RETREAT!"
***
Pitch blackness and nothingness.
I found myself drifting aimlessly, suspended in a void that seemed to have no end. Panic coursed through my veins as I struggled to comprehend my existence in this empty abyss.
I had always pondered the mysteries of life after death—whether heaven, hell, or some form of reincarnation awaited us. But now, faced with this disorienting darkness, I realized the truth. Death, it seemed, meant an existence that slowly but surely dissipated into nothingness.
As paradoxical as this might sound, it was an existence of nothing.
The thought inflicted an overwhelming sensation of fear. The thought of endlessly floating around space was horrible in its own right. Knowing that I may as well remain like this for eternity didn't help.
And I do remember reading that being alone, is far more dangerous than any other form of self harm or torture.
Not like I could somehow make my consciousness dissipate anyways.
As my thoughts continued to whirl, a continuum of memories unfolded before me. Every moment of my life played out like scenes from a movie, some frames capturing the laughter, but way more capturing the tears and regrets. It was a sour montage.
For the first time in a long while, I yearned for a chance to rewrite the script, to alter the course of my life and rectify the mistakes I had made. But it was too late for regrets now, too late for second chances.
I sighed deeply, my hopes long since faded.
This was the endless drift into the abyss.
