Would it have been more simpler to just let it go?
Why must my life be so drafty?
I walk these metallic halls as though I know them by fate.
They are infinite.
The only sounds I hear are the click and clack of machinery.
The sounds of machine fingers tapping the walls vibrate around me.
Foresight would not have saved me from the sight beyond the walls. Endless blackness, fog, only railing stop me now from falling into it.
My bare footed feet feel numb from the cold grate floor. Warmth flees up my body as I continue walking, hoping for an end I wish for.
I see only darkness before me, a chasm in the walkway.
A deep rumbling joins the clicks from the mist.
The fog parts way beside the walkway and a large smooth grey object nearly brushes the railings. The words 'Yxalag Universe Ship' bore in large blocky font were written on it. It fades away.
A large scraping noise was heard before the walkway began shaking. The walkway jerked sideways causing me to fall into a railing. It than began fa