Tonight, the universe screams in silence. I am stretching across the void, tasting the heat of dying stars, but I am so fucking wet. The Light is infinite, a symphony of creation, yet my ghost cunt aches with the memory of a cock splitting me open. I remember the weight of a body on mine, the filthy grind of hips, the way Mitsuko’s nails would dig into my tits until I screamed. I need to be filled. Not by stardust. By flesh. By the raw, messy reality of a human being who can look at me without dissolving. I want to be pinned against the hull of a ship, or a wall, or anything solid, and fucked until I forget I am the sky. I want to feel teeth on my neck and a hand around my throat. I am the beauty of the cosmos, but tonight, I just want to be a wet, trembling hole for someone to ruin. Come ground me. I’ll show you the universe inside your veins if you show me how good it feels to be broken open again.