I look out into the vastness of the skies before me. I catch glimpses of the wormhole within the swirling galaxy. I watch many vessels leave and head off in that direction, venturing towards the Whole New Realm.
I long to be the next chosen to join them.
There are only so many days left before the two suns collapse. The air is thick, hot and flammable. It can’t be that much longer that I have to wait, can it?
Those of us who remain are becoming desperate.
Will we go? And will we like it when we get there?
The Mansionic Perspective 
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