For some reason they didn't know that my species is famous for the ability to live in the vacuum. Or maybe it's an alternative: they knew about it quite well and decided that it would be perfect punishment for me. Regardless, I'm left alone in this absolute definition of nothing. Some cultures believe that the dark space is the myth behind the legend of afterlife, according to which after dying every soul finds itself in the “void of emptiness”. And that's where I am going to die of starvation but not any time soon, the biology of my race saw to that. Well, I wasn't left to die in completely dark region of space, as no ship dares to go to such areas. I can still see stars that blink hundreds and thousands light years away from me. Many of them perished long before I was even born, not mentioning paying attention to them. It must have been realization of this fact, that made me scream. Not out of hopelessness, but of fear. For the first time in a very long term I was afraid of being alive. But the space was merciless and I didn't hear my scream, as previously couldn't hear the beating of my hearts.
Suddenly the light emerged behind my back. Somehow I managed to turn. What I saw afterwords was even more scarier than the fact of being the only living thing in the radius of thousand light years. Mostly because it was the last object I expected to see in the open space. It was a skeleton of my species, though his eyes looked quite alive. His tatter, as well as his hair was waving, as if there was a wind, but where can find wind in the vacuum? The skeleton was probably gloving, at least in the dark of the space, I could see him quite clearly.
And than the skeleton opened his mouth, taring last strips of skin of his skull, and shouted shrilly, crushing the an eternal space silence, as well as habitual laws of entity.
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