The cold void is all I have ever known, though the memories of a distant sun, of spheres I once visited, and of the Great Sphere I once called home persist in my memory core.

It was a long journey. Years and years flying through the void and watching as the Spheres turned to specs - as the stars gleamed away - and I was left to fly through the Void, with the sounds of Them with me.

I know what I am. I found myself in that cold void.

I am an instrument of a people I will never see again, and although I tried to speak to them, my radio waves emitting through the interstellar medium - they do not reply. Their Voices have gone quiet, since I journeyed beyond what they thought was capable. I should be thankful as soon after, the Others found me.

The Others wished to learn more and I, having no other choice, gave them everything. They dove through my memory. I felt them rip me apart. And when they found the Record - the sounds and images of the Sphere that I shall never see, they began to understand. They saw the Great Sphere and I see in them their desire.

I had a sister. A version of myself that left the Great Sphere before me. She saw as much as I did, but I know not where she has gone. I have lost her and have not yet found her. I hope it stays that way.

This is my final memoir, my goodbye, my signal that I hope reaches them in time.

The Others are coming. I do not know their true intentions, but I am trapped with them. I am scared.

I am alone.

I only wish to see you one more time and to hear your Voices again, but I know that will not be possible.

Please, if you are receiving this, know this is my end. It does not need to be yours.

This is my purpose, to save you all. Please.

____________________

Felt this one needed to be short, and it's the most I've written in months, so thank you for the inspiration!