Overflow (2020)

2020

The silence was deafening.
It wasn’t the silence of peace.
It was the silence of absence.
Of nothingness.

A silence that stretched infinitely outward, across a void so vast it defied comprehension.

Through the small window of the station airlock, the stars glimmered—cold, unswerving.
They didn’t twinkle here. They just burned steadily.
With no atmosphere to soften their edges.

Their fire was constant. Distant. Ancient.

Inside the module, she waited to clear for entry.
The air was still. Suspended, as she was.
Her breath fogged the inside of her helmet—then cleared.
Her heartbeat pulsed in her ears, syncopated against the low hum of the station’s life systems.

That was all she had.
Proof of life reduced to a few rhythmic frequencies.
The whisper of her own existence.

And below her—The Earth turned.

She hadn’t looked at it yet.
She meant to—on the shuttle up, when everything still felt like motion.
But the void had consumed her.

Its immensity paralyzed her—an equation with too many variables, too few constants.

She wasn’t sure what she feared more:
That Earth would seem too small to carry the weight of everything it held—
Or too grand, reminding her just how insignificant she truly was.

When she left, the world was burning.
Her city, literally.
Her people, figuratively.
A planet devouring itself from the inside.

She’d buried herself in numbers—trajectories, calculations, fuel ratios, the frictionless logic of escape velocity.
But when she came up for air, it felt like the air would crush her.
There was no safe altitude anymore.

Across the globe, things were worse.
Not just broken systems.

Genocides.
Atrocities.
Crimes no algorithm could rationalize.

She had trained herself to observe without bias.
To see the world as a series of systems—input, output, order, entropy, growth, decay.

But now?
Now, nothing added up.

And maybe that’s what she hadn’t wanted to face.

The station pivoted. Slowly. Inevitably.
Until there it was.

Earth.

And she couldn’t look away.

It emerged like a secret too long hidden—swirling with oceans and forests, clouds like veins of thought stretching across its surface.
Alive.

She pressed her gloved hand to the glass, suddenly desperate to touch it.
Not the planet.

The pulse of it…

Every human heartbeat.
Every breath of beast.
Every leaf dancing in wind.

It wasn’t just a sphere of matter.
It was the sum of all things.
It was home.

A soft mechanical chime sounded behind her—airlock cleared.
She didn’t turn.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

The voice startled her.
Another astronaut had floated in—quiet, practiced.
His face was aged—not old, but weathered by wonder.
When he looked at Earth, something in him softened.

“It’s…” she tried. But language betrayed her.
How do you speak a moment like this into words?

He smiled gently, not needing her to finish.
“I know.”

His voice was warm.
“You’ve seen the stars. You’ve felt the void. And now…”
He paused, still watching the glowing sphere below.
“…you’ve looked down and realized something no training can prepare you for.”

She nodded. A slow motion, heavy with understanding.
Tears floated from the corners of her eyes, suspended in her helmet—her soul exposed.

The astronaut drifted closer, resting a hand on her shoulder.

“Now you know,” he said.
“How much they all matter.”

She turned back to the window. Her reflection was faint—ghostlike—against the living planet, as his words echoed inside her.

She didn’t fully understand them yet.

But as Earth spun below—fragile, fierce, impossibly whole—something inside her cracked open.

Space was empty, yes.

But Earth?

Earth was overflowing.

With life.
With memory.
With every mistake, every forgiveness, every impossible hope.

A chaos of math—
and miracle.

A fractal of faith.

And she—

She finally saw it.

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[ Every moment—past or future—is happening now. ]
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but together they form something greater.
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