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     Cdr. Velorna Tal |
She had a vague recollection of what Hell had been like. Cold, lonely, dangerous. Heaven, in her eyes, had not been much better - not as dangerous, not the frozen waste that had been the land of the eternally damned, but she had still felt alone. Where she was now, she could not say; but she could still feel the overwhelming aloneness pressing in on her. She was in the midst of a darkness so deep that she was not even aware of her own body. And always alone. She had a memory of a time when she had not been alone, but that memory was fading into the blackness as well. A great distance away, however, there appeared a faint point of light. It wavered between blinding intesity and nearly extinguished. She felt more than saw another point that hovered near to her. This second point had been put out, almost as if it had never been, yet she knew that it had been there. The light called for her, beckoned her as a mother would her child. Child. Mother and child. Something about a mother and her child resonated within her thoughts. The light up ahead was calling to her each time it glowed brightly. But she could not answer it because it faded too quickly. So she continued to slip further and further away, falling into the blackness that was so deep, falling into her aloneness. And as if from a great distance, she thought she heard the light scream in agony, as a mother would for her lost child. ======= Christian D. Clem '01, aka "Aggie" Cdr. Velorna Tal, Executive Officer (IC) U.S.S. Coronado NCC-97901 |