He wandered. He suspected it but did not fully believe it. Perhaps he even knew it yet could not admit it. Mayhaps he simply did not want to voice the idea out loud out of some fear of what giving such notions the shape and form of voice would unleash. For words, especially once spoken out loud, had a terrible power. A power that could reshape lives, entire civilizations even. One man’s resolve could scarce last long against such power.
I’m also writing short stories these days! All of these stories will be based off of my artwork. This one is based off of Razor’s Edge.
I stared at the derelict on the screen, unable to fully comprehend what I was looking at. Something ancient beyond any human understanding. Perhaps as old as the universe itself. But was it a station? A warship? Something else? I did not know.