A flickering light shone in the darkness.
Selene watched it, fascinated, intrigued by its glimmering beauty. It shimmered like a star scintillating through the turbulence of a planetary atmosphere. It grew brighter as if she were flying towards it, although she felt no sensation of movement, no rush of atmosphere on her face. She thought she knew what the light was. It was an old story, one told throughout the galaxy in one form or another. Strange, she"d always assumed it was merely that: a story. A comforting tale, told by those who couldn"t possibly know the truth of the situation. She"d been so sure, hadn"t she?
Yet there it was. When you died there was a great light, and you moved towards it, or it moved towards you, until it consumed you and you became part of it for the rest of
