3 Works by Red9
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Palm pressed against the cool glass stretching over the large windows in the Parlor Car, she watched the sunset-rust nebula swirling over the endless inky backdrop in tendrils, its living, breathing, colorful clouds colliding in a never-ending cosmic dance. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine a star whale piercing through, scattering them in its wake. Like watercolor flowers blooming on water. Or startled birds.
A paper kite.
Stelle never saw herself as anything but a paper kite.
—Singularity
[n.] Regions of space where the density of matter, or the curvature of spacetime, becomes infinite. In such locales, the standard concepts of space and time cease to have any meaning. -
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He grew up sick.
An ailment not of the physical condition, but a malignant growth festering deep within. -
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In hindsight, every caged bird must have felt it when thrust into the vast, unknown, and incomprehensible cosmos. Freedom tasted sweet but carried an edge of terror—boundless and almost too much to bear. Old shackles and familiar, trusty prison bars had brought safety to his paper wings. They were too fragile—breakable—for the continuous flowing vortex he'd been braving.