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If someone knows about (short) stories with a similar theme, please let me know. I read Escape Pod Episode 627.
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Tristan woke up with a sudden jolt, realizing that he couldn’t see an inch before his nose. He realized that he was still lit, but just barely. His brilliance was strong enough just for him to see his own features, but he couldn’t illuminate anything with so weak a light. “Where is my wife?” he said. He looked around and saw nothing but darkness. “Why is it so dark? Where’s everybody? Where’s the rest of the constellation?”
He heard himself shriek when he felt the vibration striking his body. A giant, colorful cloud enveloped him. Is that… the remnants of a star being born? he thought. Tristan tensed up from top to bottom. He reluctantly turned around and looked at the direction where the rumbling was coming from. That’s Betelgeuse’s position, he thought. But where is he? I can’t see a thing.
Tristan remembered just how bright and vivid that constellation was. It was indeed one of the shiniest constellations in the galaxy. He, his wife and the other stars were proud of shining their lights so they could travel to the most faraway and remote planets. Now, the joy and laughter became utter silence; the luminescence and radiance became darker than black.
He had never seen darkness before—stars are born with light, their birth places, called nebulas, are giant clouds of light—,so he was terrified. In fact, Tristan didn’t even remember how he ended in that situation; nor had he any idea why he was practically unlit, almost dead.
Or rather, he had an idea: he shone together with his wife for millions of years now, and now she was nowhere to be found. He couldn’t feel the bond between them. Has it been cut, ejecting them in opposite directions and now they’re loose in space? Or perhaps she was the one that cut it loose in order to become a runaway and marry another star? Or rather, did she just die? He remembers her light starting to become weaker, her orbital speed slower. But why did that happen?
He remembered his wife complaining that Betelgeuse, the leader of the constellation, has been acting strange for some millennia. He was an old, stubborn star. Full of himself, because he was the shiniest and biggest star in the galaxy, and, as the leader of the constellation, would tell them where to go. Although Tristan was a supergiant, Beteugelse was so big that always scared him. And he was getting even brighter, much above normal. He had acquired a reddish color that disturbed the other stars. There was a time where Beteulgeuse got so bright and hot that it became unbearable; nobody couldn’t talk to him.
Tristan remembers that everything went black. And then he just woke up here.
“Betelgeuse, what are you up to, you *******?” he murmured to himself. “If you did anything to my wife, to my friends and family…”
He started trudging towards the source of the vibration and of the cloud, the gravity getting denser and denser. He seemed to weigh a million times more than he really was. It was like walking in slow-motion, no matter how hard he tried.
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Tristan woke up with a sudden jolt, realizing that he couldn’t see an inch before his nose. He realized that he was still lit, but just barely. His brilliance was strong enough just for him to see his own features, but he couldn’t illuminate anything with so weak a light. “Where is my wife?” he said. He looked around and saw nothing but darkness. “Why is it so dark? Where’s everybody? Where’s the rest of the constellation?”
He heard himself shriek when he felt the vibration striking his body. A giant, colorful cloud enveloped him. Is that… the remnants of a star being born? he thought. Tristan tensed up from top to bottom. He reluctantly turned around and looked at the direction where the rumbling was coming from. That’s Betelgeuse’s position, he thought. But where is he? I can’t see a thing.
Tristan remembered just how bright and vivid that constellation was. It was indeed one of the shiniest constellations in the galaxy. He, his wife and the other stars were proud of shining their lights so they could travel to the most faraway and remote planets. Now, the joy and laughter became utter silence; the luminescence and radiance became darker than black.
He had never seen darkness before—stars are born with light, their birth places, called nebulas, are giant clouds of light—,so he was terrified. In fact, Tristan didn’t even remember how he ended in that situation; nor had he any idea why he was practically unlit, almost dead.
Or rather, he had an idea: he shone together with his wife for millions of years now, and now she was nowhere to be found. He couldn’t feel the bond between them. Has it been cut, ejecting them in opposite directions and now they’re loose in space? Or perhaps she was the one that cut it loose in order to become a runaway and marry another star? Or rather, did she just die? He remembers her light starting to become weaker, her orbital speed slower. But why did that happen?
He remembered his wife complaining that Betelgeuse, the leader of the constellation, has been acting strange for some millennia. He was an old, stubborn star. Full of himself, because he was the shiniest and biggest star in the galaxy, and, as the leader of the constellation, would tell them where to go. Although Tristan was a supergiant, Beteugelse was so big that always scared him. And he was getting even brighter, much above normal. He had acquired a reddish color that disturbed the other stars. There was a time where Beteulgeuse got so bright and hot that it became unbearable; nobody couldn’t talk to him.
Tristan remembers that everything went black. And then he just woke up here.
“Betelgeuse, what are you up to, you *******?” he murmured to himself. “If you did anything to my wife, to my friends and family…”
He started trudging towards the source of the vibration and of the cloud, the gravity getting denser and denser. He seemed to weigh a million times more than he really was. It was like walking in slow-motion, no matter how hard he tried.