Exploration: 2-line Spooky Stories from the Black

I realize how alone I am, how homesick, so very far from Sol.
And once more, I plot a course a little bit farther out.
 
I smile as I fly over the icy moon, so much like a hundred billion others.
So ordinary, but never to be seen by any human other than myself.
 
Three weeks of jumps and it is still noisy, my engine never stops to whistle at me....
Whistle whistle I'll go crazy, except if I blow this fragile canopy.
 
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I stare into the deepness that is Sagitarius A*.
It is whispering and I know I'll be able to hear it if I get just a little bit closer....
 
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