SIM:MacKenna Promises of the Void: Difference between revisions

((RAFT-One, Observation Deck))

There was a chill in the air that created a million tiny bumps on her porcelain skin as she stood there, looking out into the darkness and beyond. The silence that encompassed her was telling, but also comforting, like a blanket of the universe gifting her the idea that she was but such a small and insignificant part of a whole that nothing she chose to do really mattered anyways. All of the mistakes of her life would amount to little more than a drop in an ocean of stars that went on forever, soon getting lost in obscurity.  

In a way, she was alright with that. Though she sought desperately a purpose and the need to assist somewhere and make that difference, when all you felt like was as if you messed things up, falling into infinite dilution was a gift, granted by a universe that was usually unnecessarily cruel, to itself. For each of them were the universe made manifest - starstuff coalesced into living form and gifted sentience so that it may make attempts to learn and know itself - it was also apparent that such atoms would once again be scattered into the void.

As the red-head looked out into the void, she realized that. The darkness, that which existed between the stars and around the life force of the universe, was all encompassing, all devouring, and would one day come for all living things. There was no escape for any of them, for the Ferengi Daimon, for the Gorn mother or father on the Hulk, or for her, Shayne, or anyone else aboard the Arrow. There was no hope. In the end, the only absolution that existed was the all surrounding, smothering silence of an endless night.  

And that endless night would eventually come for all of them.

Two pools of emerald looked out into the void, daring it to come, daring it to step inward. All that stood between the pale-skinned woman and eternity in silent nothingness was time, which yet belonged to her. Time was fleeting, and with every second, a second of it was lost into the void. There would only be a finite number of seconds that would be permitted to pass before she would cease, but she could not tell how many. No one could tell how many...save the void, perhaps. Almost as if it were human, it seemed to move amongst the tiny points of light beyond the transparent aluminum windows and stared back at her with as much longing and lust as she looked at it with.

There was a peace there that would only be found within. The void knew that. It taunted her with it. It toyed with her mind and promised her the promise of no more pain. The crucifixions would end. The suffering by her own hands would cease. and like an old friend, the soft blanket of sleep would come take her into oblivion. These were the visions of the void, and the promises of the dark caliginosity. And oh, were they hefty promises. They certainly felt like home.

But home also felt like love. And that was yet something she was clawing to get back to. The soft scent of thistles somehow hit her despite the distinct lack of any in the immediate area. The void, as it were, fell back into the darkness between the stars, looking away again and taking with it, for the moment, its promises of ultimate peace. Ash tilted her head slightly to the side and found herself falling, until she was on the ground staring upwards. The void was there too, but continued to look away as the thin woman lay, fire-red hair splayed all around her head, on the floor of the observation deck, alone.  

Her desperation called out to the universe for the pain to be released, but something stood in its way...

And so she closed her eyes and drank in the only thing that tethered her.  

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