A whole galaxy. Ogling stars, the moon stares at me, swallows me. I float quietly in the nothingness.
I think I left from billions of light years, to me it seems a second, but I'm still traveling. On my planet they'll have to wait million years to get the answer, but when I left they knew they wouldn't welcome me when I got back. All I have to do is find the border, the edge after which everything falls and there's no longer the universe, neither the galaxies or the emptiness that surrounds them. But this damned emptiness never ends.