I remember my
humans looking up at the stars. The ship cutting through the waters as the cool
wind lapped mist onto my face. The sky and the horizon each stretching on with
no end and no beginning. Sailing across the, beautiful and cruel, inky abyss,
seeking the peace that I did not have.
I remember scribbling them in my journal, plotting the night sky
as though it might reveal something of my course, my future. But nothing among
them pointed to this. No hidden message telling me of the horror that would
find me.
Now, I look upon them, not with questions but with serenity. An
ever-constant reflection of the life I once held. I am comforted by the light
they bring into my dark world and the stillness they offer amongst the screams.