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The First Astronaut

I believed there's an abyss beyond.
The empty space of darkness, the severe realm where both hell and hel exist without mercy of air.
They said there's a hell over the horizon.
The waterfall at the end will lead every sailors to fall into the underworld.

We were both wrong.
Over the Wall of Endless Storms, I found myself in a whole new place; not a void nor afterlife, but something more.
The space was the deep black sea made of surface, where mysterious dark material made me breath and moved the boat somehow.
The shroud of starlight was hung above, and cold rain of stars fell into infinity below.
My raft moved on slow and calm, making glittering waves.
I couldn't dare blink my eyes upon such wonders.

By the way there was a dragon.