Drabble #20

Space is filled with all sorts of sounds, zips and zings, passing just behind your head, just under your feet. In the drift, you start to hear a hum, a bright buzz in the back of your brain that you assume is your own biological symphony.

It tightens into a razor-thin scream.

But you left your biology behind long ago, returning it to the dust of a dusty world. The sound broadens and softens, no longer passing the place where you once held your ears, but envelops and caresses where you once held your mind.

The cosmos welcomes you home.

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