Memory Imprint III

16

A memory is burned into this strange material, an echo of another lifetime... "Today should have been the day. Their hour was at hand. It must be mine. They are like nothing I've ever seen. Everything was prepared. But it moved faster than I thought possible. As though it knew where I would fly, before I knew it myself. A great tentacle hugged my ship, my cockpit - pressing my suit down to the bone. This suit will be my grave."