#alienaestheticnet

boldlygogo

You're alone and the soft click-clack snap of your heels tapping against the polished floor, echoes in the brightly lit hallway. It's a soft sound, barely a whisper but hails your arrival like the beating of distant drums.

Leaning against the walls, smooth fingers brush against the cool grey of the ship's hull. This place is huge,  infinite in it's own immeasurable improbability. This is not a confine, but a labyrinth, the minotaur's maze with it's long hallways stretching out forever inwards and outwards. Pulling and pushing. Bending itself.  Endlessly wrapping around back to a single hallway and a girl standing alone, breathing. Slowly. 

“Things are only impossible until they're not.” You're right, they're not.