The Light of Other Days

Jace really missed the blue skies of home. She'd thought she'd never tire of the sight of the void dotted with a million tiny jewels of distant suns, but the monochromatic lightyears had taken their toll.

She gazed through her spacecraft's shattered hull at the purple/azure dawn. Sunlight glinted on shards of exposed bone, and the cold air numbed her tattered flesh. The toxic atmosphere and her injuries raced to be the first to claim her.

Jace's final sigh wavered between pain and contentment. The sky's hues didn’t quite look like those of her childhood, but they were good enough.