Breaking through was the hardest part. They said that on the other side we would find happiness, answers, something. There must have been a reason the universe inexplicably stopped expanding.
The crew of our small expedition consisted of five of us. The “best” people for the job. Best. I would describe us as inexperienced. Too young. Lost.
The greatest minds of our time wanted answers and we were the crew assigned to the job. The journey to the edge was instantaneous.
To break through we had to bend the laws of what we thought was possible. We [Process Classified].
When we breached the edge of the universe there was nothing but darkness. Then it started infecting us.
[Name removed] was the first infected by the bug.
The parasite’s symptoms were unlike any others any of us had ever seen.
It was not a physical disease. It starts with projecting an image of unbelievable beauty. It captivates you. Seeing it absorbs your every thought. Nothing else matters.
Then, like a candle burning out for the last time, it disappears and never returns.
It fills you with a need for it. It becomes an addiction. You beg for it to return.
After days of waiting. It returns, but it isn’t the same. Something is wrong. The happiness is replaced by fear. It consumes you. It hurts to live. [Names removed] ended their lives at this point. I locked the last survivor other than myself in a cell at his request.
He lives through the fear and walks up to the window and explains to me what he feels. “I have seen all. We should never have tested these limits. Life isn’t meant to be tested like this. GO LEAVE.” The rest of his words were muddled and unrecognizable.
Looking outside the window of my quarters I have to wonder why I haven’t been infected, but my mind has been fixated on a thought. A thought I can’t quite place, but It is beautiful.