I'm so tired. I have been traipsing this ever ending chaos for longer than I can count. Every time I take a step, I fall. Fall, Fall Fall. I'm thinking, maybe this was my fate. Falling through the nothingness of space. There's no oxygen, or any atoms for that matter, but I can breathe just fine. My planet's technology is advanced, too advanced for my comfort. I don't know how long I have been here. Does it even matter? I start believing this is a punishment. An eternal punishment, but what for? I have done all I could that was good