For all that she had spent most of her life on a spaceship, it was a rare thing for her to see actual space. Her eyes reached up into it, and instantly she was out, soaring through its limitless depths. Stars slipped around her, clusters of glowing fruit, little floating toys she could have batted away like a kitten if she hadn’t been too shy. There was no sound but the sighing of the ship’s circulation system; it seemed to be the slow breathing of the universe.
Doodle of a scene from Rayfan’s story Piranha. You can read the chapter in question here or start from the beginning here; warning for mature content.
