The other end of the wormhole opened into the heart of pain. Trembling with fear, helplessness and the realization of existing in my purgatory, I tried to warm myself with some nice thoughts - thoughts, not memories.
Flowers, yes that's where I'd like to go, I thought and set my mind free - or at least the part of it I could claim to be in full control of, while the rest wandered away into the vast expanses of the universe, vulnerable to the dangers it presented. The flowers brought with them a rush of memories of the forbidden. I tried to find the bougainvilleas but all I got was Tulips, Wisteria, Gold Mohur. I clenched my teeth, hoping that the resulting ache in my jaw would make all else numb but panic wouldn't allow me to shut my mind and withdraw so I continued getting burnt.
Moments passed and in moments eternities. I chose a different path. I began to explore the brilliant radio galaxies, tried listening to the music of the pulsars so I could praise God and find some peace, but all I felt was the gravity of the black hole, the silence of the vacuum that left me to tremble until either the ice burned out my core or the black hole managed to shred me.
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