To founder in a sea.
Of love.
Victorious.
Against everyone and everything.
Their hearts.
Strong enough to conquer aliens, travel star systems and survive galactic empires.
The two of them.
Namiko and Sirio.
Inseparable.
Eternally.
In a tiny house in Australia.
Where they could light scented candles again and merge, one into the other.
“Is it really you?”
Her face was distraught and streaked with tears.
“Yes, Namiko. My love. It's me.”
“It's not a dream...”
“It's real.”
They stared into each other's eyes.
In an ongoing rediscovery.
They loved each other.
“You have to promise me something,” she said.
“What?”
“That we'll never be apart again, ever.”
He stared at her intently, thinking about how absurd those last few years had been.
Then he told her: “I promise!”
That magical night when two souls found each other again had followed a day in which their frenetic, indecipherable world had finally understood that it was not alone, but one of many. Suspended in the boundless universe.
Fragile.
Made up of men.
Someone would come again, sooner or later. And they would tell them the truth. Or perhaps not. They might be extinct before that, leaving space for others.
In the infinite cycle of life.
And their precepts, magical and ruthless, which in a millisecond could transform a spaceship and its crew into cosmic dust.
A brief, intense flash.
Of light.
Jurnth and S'mirth were able to flee their planet.
But not to save themselves.
They had left Ikali on board a cargo ship traveling at breakneck speed.
After leaving the atmosphere, they had just enough time to start the superluminal engines.
Then the virus began to devour them.
The new engines guaranteed that they could remain in hyperspace for months.
The ship would then reemerge somewhere: in the heart of a star, in deep space or near an inhabited planet.
They could wander for centuries, millennia or even eons.
It was impossible to tell.
The nanorobots were in no hurry.
The End
Heartfelt Thanks
If you've gotten this far, it means that you've decided to take the time to read this entire series. Regardless of your final judgment (I would be delighted if you'd let me know), it was a great honor for me to share this story with you.
In fact, it's you, my readers, who give me this passion for traveling through the world of fantasy.
I hope that we'll meet again soon in the magical universe of fiction, where everything is possible.
J.A.
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Pulse laser pistol.
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2)
Approximately one hundred terrestrial tons.
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North-Central America, South America, Europe, Asia, Africa and Oceania.
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Forty five terrestrial seconds.
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5) Ok ↵
6) One Prrism'aarth day is equivalent to about 30 terrestrial hours. Therefore, one week would be 8.75 terrestrial days ↵
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