HUMBLE SPACER 26 AUG 3306 (grave-digging)
27 Aug 2020Igli
No, I'm not proud of myself. Not at all. On the contrary - I feel ashamed and uneasy, restless and even nervous. With no one to talk to here in the middle of nowhere I'm slowly descending into a fathomless abyss of despair. Can't sleep at night. Now I'm running low on my reserves of booze but it doesn't aid in overcoming the depression. Vacuum help me.I found those ancient ruins, somber and majestic, from eons long past. I heard of them before from random encounters at different stations, in bars and cantinas. Better stay away they said. But I sought them out, the solemn remains of a grand civilization long dead, and looted them.
I caught a glimpse of a strange and beautiful urn and digged it out. I went on searching for anything valuable when a low-amplitude rumbling shook the ground and a tall pillar of carved stone rose up from the soil faintly shimmering of a ghostly blue light. It was quite unexpected and I found myself needing clean pants. What else could spring up on me?
The light emitting block at the top of the pillar looked like it was worth a fortune and I tore it out ruining its resting place. The more I was peering at it the more magnificent it looked. Sometimes I thought it was humming softly. I couldn't part with it and took it to my cabin. How beautiful. I fell asleep soothed by its light and whispering.
In my sleep I saw them: indiscernible shapes standing tall and proud shrouded in mist. They just stood looming over me and watched and I felt their pain and sorrow. And their disdain of what I had done. Their scorn washed over me and every hair on my hairy back stood on end. I woke up drenched in sweat.
Now I cannot subdue a feeling of their constant presence. As if they are glaring at my back with unseeing eyes, cursing me. I will never be the same again.