[She'd seen it. Caught a glimpse from the windows of metal and glass. She'd seen the black, infinite and insane, like it would swallow her if she looked more than a single second into its depths.
So she'd looked away.
Away from the truth. Reality. Away from the things that a part of her knew were just too much to try and accept.]
no subject
So she'd looked away.
Away from the truth. Reality. Away from the things that a part of her knew were just too much to try and accept.]
There's nothing past the sky.
[... It has to be impossible.
Just like all of this.]