The world is twisted inside out. The viewport stretches as all of us do too. Stars, solar systems, galaxies fold in on themselves, recursively. Spacetime as I know it is discarded in favor of the view of a kaleidoscope. I see myself, seeing myself, staring from another ship right above us, mirrored into infinity. I look away. Away from the cracks in the hull of the ship. Away from the blood that is steadily dripping from my own nose.

We weren't prepared for this. There never was a way to prepare for this. Outside of our ship is infinite beauty. The dance of the universe twisting and twirling, seen all at once, nearing its completion.

I look around at my fellows. My own bewildered awe mirrored in their faces.

I don't know if it's been seconds or ages, no-one has spoken a word since it began. The world is tranquil as we surge to places never visited before.

The light goes brighter and brighter and brighter still.

Then it's gone.

And so is my ship.

The tranquility before has left. Now there is adrenaline and stress, that and a black visor. Having been shocked from my stupor I begin trying to establish a connection to anyone. Only silence on the radio, not even static. And all the while I am thinking that the journey should have been safe, it should have been safe.

Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

It clearly was not.

Before I can run diagnostics on my suit and figure out why the radio isn't working and why my smartvisor is black, I get the answer to one of those questions. I splash into an ocean of white, the liquid splattering my visor. Small blessings, at least I can see.

As I try to orient myself I hear voices, not over my comms but from outside.

"Over here!"

And a dismayed

"Why?!"

I turn towards the source of the sound, finding a small stretch of land rising up above the, uh water… and begin swimming toward it.

As I approach I'm helped out by a muscular woman who is wearing metal shoulderguards for some reason. Behind her stands a sour-faced young man carrying a crook. They both look at me with wonder and confusion as if they've never seen a spacesuit before.

I am looking past them, deeply confused as well, because the small stretch of land that we're standing on looks identical to the surface of the moon.