It stretched out before him. A vast desolate space of near infinite nothingness. He was alone in this abyss. He had become disconnected from the team and was now a forlorn observer of a desert of non – existence. The only light was coming from his helmet and the only sound was his breathing apparatus at work. He looked in all directions seeing nothing but inky blackness. In this place where time and space has no meaning, he looked back and then forward and he marched onward, into the boundless chasm of non – being.
Inspired by a article in New Scientist, No 2802, 5 05/03/2011 about large gaps in space.
Golden Giraffes Riding Scarlet Flamingos Through The Desert of Forever 