The last remaining astronaut watched helplessly as his comrades left the ship one by one and were carried awaydeeper into the nebula. He told himself that he would not succumb the way his shipmates had; he knew he would struggle. But the creatures, if they could even be called that, somehow seemed to know him, and when his turn came and the singing of the cosmos reached a crescendo in his ears, his mind emptied of all but the desire to join them in the void. Gazing into the creature’s face, he mused on how tender, how gentle its embrace seemed to be, and even as his oxygen supply dwindled he did not resist.
Classic Book Brooches made with Original pages by houseofismay
This person sells some great stuff. A while ago they also did some with bits of maps instead of bits of book, which I wish they’d do some more of as I really want one. Also letters from what I remember, I wish I’d got one of those.