My Space Journey

A week ago, I went to space. It was scary. Horrible yet memorable. Not completely pathetic, but the events that took place to haunt me every single minute, or actually the fact that it’s a secret. Here I am, today, letting my thoughts out because I just can’t keep this within me forever.

 

So, the journey started from Earth. I sat in my spaceship, and I have launched into space… alone. Didn’t take much time to reach there, hardly 3 days. Once I reached the destination, I came out of my spaceship.

 

It looked like I had just entered an ocean of emptiness. A vast void, where only empty space existed. Not a sound that I heard. Ahh, the silence, the tranquility... It felt different, the good different. But I wasn’t there to rest and enjoy. I was there to explore and conduct some of my experiments.

 

I had brought a cup of milk. I wanted to see what would happen if I released it into the atmosphere. So I opened the lid, and let the milk come out. To my surprise, the milk floated! It was flying. According to my theory, the milk did just what it had too. But still, for some reason, I was admired by the fact. It was fun and astonishing. I continued experimenting and noted down my findings. Then, I took my spaceship further, for some thousands of miles. I reached there in no time, my spaceship was pretty fast. Here’s where the bad part started, the end of all my joys, the beginning of all my tragedies.

 

Some sort of vacuum pulled me and my spaceship. It was inescapable. I tried my best to get out, but my best wasn’t strong enough. As I entered, I saw a sign saying “Welcome to the Black Hole. Now that you’ve come in, there’s no going out!” I realized this was the Black Hole, a place that no person or object mankind has ever known can escape. I was surprised why the vacuum itself didn’t destroy me by now. So there, I waited, for the end of my life, knowing I could do nothing.

 

To be honest, I was bored doing nothing, despite knowing my life was about to end. I didn’t want to die, and I didn’t want to give up, but this was a situation where one has to. Nevertheless, I yelled, as loud as my lungs could go, hoping for some miracle. Hoping for some satellite to detect my voice, or maybe my spaceship to send signals back to Earth if it was still around me. I wasn’t able to see anything, apart from darkness. All I could see was that sign. Nothing else.

 

Now, goodness listened to me. The miracle did occur, and you know that too as I wouldn’t be writing this otherwise. But… what happened? This was the weird part. An alien entered. It became the second only thing that I was able to see. I don’t know if you trust me on this one, but you have to. The alien had 3 eyes above his head. His tummy was transparent and I could see something similar to a brain inside it. He didn’t have any legs. Instead, he had some boosters that, I assume, would allow him to fly like rockets. 

 

Suddenly, he left the Black Hole. “HELP ME! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!” I yelled, not that loud since my lungs were already tired of the previous yelling. I was pretty sure the alien didn’t understand me, but I had no other choice. I was helpless. Though, I was actually astonished by the fact that aliens do exist in the world. After a few minutes, the alien came back again, to my surprise. He brought something with him. It looked like a Tesseract, which is basically a cube along with the 4th Dimension. He gave it to me.

 

I didn’t know how to use it. But as soon as I touched it, I got the complete idea of how I can escape with it. Maybe the alien was trying to communicate to me somehow. I went inside the Tesseract, I don’t remember how. Then, with an excellent amount of force, I escaped the Black Hole.

 

I woke up on Earth a day later. I had fainted after the journey through the Tesseract. It was going to happen anyway since the speed was greater than the Speed of Light, and even light itself can’t escape the Black Hole. There was so much going on! I had the answer to the question “Are we the only ones on Earth? Does anyone else actually exist?” But the thing is, I didn’t want to have it. Those agencies would’ve tortured me to hell, by asking me questions whose answers I actually didn’t have. It’s good that I didn’t share this with anyone yet. But I couldn’t keep this within myself either. I had to let it out. So I did, on this piece of paper…