To say today is the same as any other would suggest the Void has a sense of time. No; this place stretches infinitely. Not just in counting, but in the space, too.
Space is what it closely resembles. At least, the layman's idea of what space looks like. Dark and empty, with billions of little blinking lights always off in the distance no matter the direction and movement.
There exists a single being within this place. An alien creature. With it's humanoid body and conglomerate of animal parts, it wouldn't be incorrect to call it a chimera-- her a chimera.
Not that the use of a pronoun matters. Nothing really matters, she's just aware of it all. Most of it. She has an approximate knowledge of many things.
One of the things she doesn't know is if and when someone will show up. She can only hope someone will show up soon.
Boredom is an ailment. A curse. One that she, Stardust, is sick of having. All she does during moments like these is lean back and let the anti-gravity cradle her.
There is no cure to this condition, but there are little remedies. Sleep is her greatest ally, though how ironic she would find peace in a place just as empty and desolate as this.
Manipulating the space is also an option. It's not something she's fond of doing by herself. Her own creativity lacks; and the magic of such a trick has died out long ago.
So she waits. Stardust waits, reclined, arms folded and legs crossed as if on some invisible seat. Hoping for a little bit of company to pass the time.
Or, well. Lack thereof.
Space is what it closely resembles. At least, the layman's idea of what space looks like. Dark and empty, with billions of little blinking lights always off in the distance no matter the direction and movement.
There exists a single being within this place. An alien creature. With it's humanoid body and conglomerate of animal parts, it wouldn't be incorrect to call it a chimera-- her a chimera.
Not that the use of a pronoun matters. Nothing really matters, she's just aware of it all. Most of it. She has an approximate knowledge of many things.
One of the things she doesn't know is if and when someone will show up. She can only hope someone will show up soon.
Boredom is an ailment. A curse. One that she, Stardust, is sick of having. All she does during moments like these is lean back and let the anti-gravity cradle her.
There is no cure to this condition, but there are little remedies. Sleep is her greatest ally, though how ironic she would find peace in a place just as empty and desolate as this.
Manipulating the space is also an option. It's not something she's fond of doing by herself. Her own creativity lacks; and the magic of such a trick has died out long ago.
So she waits. Stardust waits, reclined, arms folded and legs crossed as if on some invisible seat. Hoping for a little bit of company to pass the time.
Or, well. Lack thereof.
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