You weren’t sure where you’d end up after death, but you never thought it would be here—a place not fully white nor fully black. It is gray and empty, save a few hues. Your lungs sting as they fill with breathable air.
The cracked visor reflects some light, but where from, you have no clue. There are only three things you know with certainty.
1. There is some semblance of ground beneath your feet.
2. You‘re in a human-habitable environment or, at the very least, in one that won’t instantly kill you.
3. You‘re still in your space suit. It feels dampened. You hope you haven’t wet yourself.
– excerpt from the short Houston, Apollo Here