Long Ago And Far Far Away In Galaxy 소설 & 이야기

Kaidaira's POV “Finally!" I say, jumping out of the car without waiting for Sebastian to help me out. The drive to this place was quite a long one. Why did Sebastian have to build our house so far away from all the fun places?! “My love, you know you shouldn't be running off that way. You haven't fully recovered." He says, walking fast to catch up. If we were alone out here he would have been running like a teenage boy to catch me but seeing the number of people out here, he is being the Alpha that he is.

"Is there really a world like that? Because on Earth, it's just fictional stories." "It does exist. There are many other life forms in this universe apart from Earth. Each galaxy usually has its own life, for example, the Milky Way Galaxy has life only on planet Earth. But there are also galaxies that don't have any living entities or are just empty galaxies. The place you will go to is hundreds of millions of light-years away from Earth." That's quite far, and the sequence of information... Maybe I could earn hundreds of thousands of dollars if I provided that information to NASA, although they would probably do something futile like observing the Milky Way.

84 m, despite the thin and slender body had a moment of determined arrogance with a little bit of dominance as a quick thought flash through his mind. 'Yes, I am a Luna! He can't afford to touch a luna especially if Luna's are 1% rare in Star Galaxy! ... Am i right?' he thought with not so full of confidence like he had earlier with him. A moment of arrogance that sprouted to his bones was once again shattered when he didnt even have the slightest confidence that Peerce wont move him just because he belongs to the category of people whom are rare-no very much rare that cant be find anywhere or even in the most hidden outskirts of the Star Galaxy planet or even in the planet that was long ago

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair, “You’ll be sorely disappointed. We just… came into being. There’s a realm, in the far expanses of the galaxy made up of colours you can’t even imagine, and that is where we began. We don’t know how, and we don’t know why, we just are. We know how to live and exist, much like how a baby instinctively knows how to crawl and walk even if left alone.” “So then how old are you exactly?” she asks curiously. “Somewhere in the billions,” I shrug. The shock on her face is so profound I swear her feeble brain is about to short circuit. “…Okay, that has to be illegal in some universe because that would make this,” she says gesturing between us, “The most fucke

There was no response. There was a letterbox halfway down. I bent down and pushed the flap up. Inside, the hallway looked deserted and unlived in, covered with cobwebs. “Hello?” I shouted. “Mr Askii? Peter sent us.” There was still no response. “We’re Visitors. From Earth. It’s an insignificant little blue-green planet far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the galaxy.” Maurice crouched down beside me and shouted, “Mostly harmless,” through the letterbox.

A long time ago An eon past in a distant realm of another mystical dimension long ago torn apart by wars, being that it was the ravages of nature for some, who worshiped their eons past in a distant realm of another mystical dimension. Knowing that in your broken and embittered ancestors of an immense plain ravaged by destruction and a battlefield of gods of ancient Ragnarok, Among these warring grounds stands a red silhouette of a slender and powerful cosmic entity, long disowned by barbarians in an eon past in a distant realm of another mystical dimension that fell to monstrous wars. Whose name was these eons past in a distant realm of another mystical dimension, Astron was lost because of

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

The kind that asked one question and followed it all the way down. Then Lilly spoke. She didn't read from notes. She stood and looked at the room and spoke the way she spoke everything: plain, direct, without ceremony. "My grandson's company is called Proxima," she said. "He named it for a star. The closest star to our own solar system. Four light-years away. The light takes four years to reach us, which means we see it as it was, not as it is." She looked at the room. "A young woman pointed out to him, some time ago, that the light from a real thing isn't evidence of something gone. It's evidence of something real. Something that was always there."