the magnus aesthetics ➤ the dread powers
➢ the vast | the falling titanI couldn’t reach the walls. I flailed and I grabbed and I shouted, but somehow, it was all just too far away. And I knew all at once that I would float there motionless until I died, and I saw the pointless illusion of the station - of the planet below - all hiding me from the uncaring expanse of the universe, in which I was now eternally trapped. The station was a hollow pretense of a shell that did nothing to separate me from the void. And that cry came again, so loud and long and deep that it couldn’t not be the sound of a living thing, so vast and so ancient that thinking about it made me weep. And I screamed in turn.