Far deep in interstellar space, billions of stars, perfectly unmoving, dot the infinite void; a peaceful omnipotence created from chaos. Among the two-hundred billion points of light was an insignificant speck suspended in the vacuum travelling at an abysmal forty-nine million kilometers per hour.
That speck was a stolen Confederacy ship; an efficient vessel designed for its resilience—although, it was fast enough to travel from the earth to the sun in twenty-four hours, it had been damaged. While it was being commandeered, a lucky shot pierced the hull and lodged itself inside the fusion reactor creating a small leak. But the thief was in no real danger, as the radiation was only leaking to the outside. However, with the ships main energy source slowly exuding power, the interior temperature of the ship plummeted to a blistering -6 C˚. Among autumn leaves and winter’s breeze
shines luster in a garden froze. A perfect form without needs, stands a beautiful, tin foil rose. When all around the garden aged whose frailty never shows. For what is time for whom was swaged eternal, tin foil rose? |
Editorial Staff
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