No Man’s Sky
Ship screaming down through the atmosphere.
Bright, saturated colours dancing across the landscape.
Gliding slowly towards the ground.
Staring at each piece of fauna, mountains in the distance.
I pick a point on the horizon and walk.
Small creatures run past me, skittering and calling out to one another.
Trees and flowers litter the ground, pushing towards the sky.
Moving through a lake, fish ignore me, more interested in the walls.
Night falls and temperatures drop.
Resources are low.
As darkness settles, a storm creeps in.
Running now, rather than strolling, I sprint towards the horizon.
Desperate to find a cave, or some shelter or somewhere, anywhere away from this cold, desolate planet.
Life Support is down.
Fading out, life signs dropping, monotone computer warnings slicing through the storm.
Continuing, towards a glimmer of hope.
A sigh of relief and a hiding place from the frost.
Orange, bright light, slowly pushing against the blue.
I curl up and wait for this tempestuous night to pass.
This shelter from the storm, this planet, system, universe is not mine.
I am just an observer, pushing forward, abandoning the past.
These places are not mine to keep.