The shattered hull of the S.S. Hawking grew smaller and smaller as she drifted away into deep space.
“Shit.”
Cold infiltrated her suit, seizing her by the lungs. The only sound the shuddering of her breath in her ears. Endless, star-studded black.
She sighed.
“End simulation.”
...
“End simulation...”
with @loliboofae's gorgeous picture as prompt.
Almost seems a shame to take it somewhere so dark...
