Compatī

Mortal minds weren’t meant for this.

Into the silent infinity—past the spraypaint of stars, around nebulae, skirting the edges of galaxies and alongside the ghostly tails of comets until their courses veered off to whatever may await them—we continued on…



And on.

And on.

And on...

How long has it been?

I want to go home…



Mortal minds weren’t meant for this. I didn’t think they ever could be.