Ruminating the 11th Hour

—–She didn’t notice the bodies at first. The floating figures were unmoving and camouflaged in the broken debris scattered throughout the hangar. Sam’s eyes began to well up as she looked slowly away from the blank stare of a stranger looking through her to the scene behind him. An open field of countless stars now occupied the place where the massive hangar doors once held the vacuum at bay.

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