The silence was deafening as I floated above the galaxies, watching them slowly swirl in vibrant purple, blue, and pink. The lack of atmosphere had my skin cold, even through a high tech oxygen suit of my own invention. My eyes watered as I thought of home. Of everyone I lost so many centuries ago. I've been alone for far too long that I've began hallucinating and holding conversations with myself, and those who I believed to be drifting amongst the stars along side me.
"So what great adventure are we going on today?" I spoke to the emptiness surrounding me.
"I don't feel like an adventure today." I turned my head, looking towards another cluster of twinkling stars.
Why not look for any signs of civilisation? A voice in my head muttered.
"And where do you suppose we look?" I spoke aloud.
I don't know. But life may be closer than you think. The voice replied.
I rolled my eyes, deciding to focus my attention on a small galaxy with a blue and green hue swirling into its center. All voices grew as quiet as the space around me. As I watched the spiral of color, the center slowly began to glow brighter.
"It's happening again." I whispered.
"No, this is different." I argued with myself.
I continued to watch. At the core, the colors grew brighter, whiter. Blinding. I lifted my hand to shield my burning eyes. My thoughts flashed back to when my home planet was ripped apart by the black hole my galaxy orbited around. The heat began to reach my flesh through my suit, like a warm hug that was almost suffocating. Yet there was no being in sight, some force shook me.
"The time has come. YOUR time is up." A voice that sounded like many in one roared in my ears.
"Who are you?" I asked, looking around and seeing only the blinding light from the blue galaxy that seemed to be getting closer.
"I am your maker. It's time to come home." The voice said.
Suddenly my body was engulfed in searing heat. I looked down at my suit. The material started to deteriorate around my fingers and legs. Bits of fibers drifting away from my body, disintegrating into nothing. My bare hands were revealed. I watched as my skin burned, a scream escaped my lips and echoed through my mind and through the deafening space I floated in. No longer protected by my suit, my skin did not freeze. The heat from the center of the bright swirl gripped me, pulling me closer. The closer I was pulled in, the hotter I became. My flesh melting away from muscle and drifting away from bone. I was helpless, unable to move. Unwilling to fight. What ever being was taking my life, was saving me from my loneliness. Even at the cost of burning alive, I welcomed death.
