Three...
Two...
One...
The spaceship flew high up in the sky and I fainted. I've never been strong and this was the proof.
Not that long after I woke up to witness these amazing sights no one has ever seen before.
Mesmerizing colors and patterns one could call are abstract but honestly it was pure art. A person like myself would know as I am an artist.
But it wasn't just the colors. For fifteen years since the start it's been more than just the view, but also some kind of sense.
I took many painting while on the road but none could describe it, neither could the words.
Pronounced the best artist even I couldn't describe it in any form or shape.
But with knowledge of abstract views I wasn't ready for this and anything that would come next.
It was as if I could smell it, touch it, feel it, like it was right next to me, inside the spaceship, inside of me.
It wasn't me that just felt it, my comrades did too.
It wasn't like only it touched my heart, soul, body, but like I also could.
After twenty years we interracted more, the abstract views changed with us constantly and we totally lost track of time when our spaceship systems failed on us for the last time two years prior.
We never got hungry, but our bodies grew weaker and so did the spaceship which started to slowly deteriorate along with us.
Thirty years later...
Happiness isn't it? The feeling of finding a goal to pursue and finally achieving it.
I/We did it.
I/We found it.
I/We...
...fell deep into sleep, throughout the abstract galaxy.
Flying together but at the same time alone...
Lost everything, but also gained it at the same time.
The End.