She found herself kneeling in the darkness with a light before her; her fingers felt the ice beneath her. There was a growing wet from her fingers, and it quickly evaporated to nothing. The sound surrounding her was a deafened silence. Every now and again she would feel a cool gas against her arms and body. She paid attention to the methane glass she knelt on.
The fingers arched themselves and became hot; the nails grew and scratched at the shiny surface. Ten holes grew and slowly etched themselves through to the bottom surface. The red lips curved upward, and a laugh erupted silently. Back and forth fingers clawed the ice, and the lines became more defined. Her pace intensified and the image looked like that of a whipped back, rut over rut. A worn through hole emerged, and her legs stood beside the hole.
Her body moved upright. With an upturned face, she stepped into the hole. Quickly she slid through, and as the heels fell through they faced the glass again. Twisting she faced the nebula she had seen in front of her. The methane was now a basis, a floor. Her heels would have clicked, as it was she could only feel the bounce of energy through her soles.
Her knees bent more and more with each step, until she decided to take a leap of faith. She prayed that she would not be lost within the young stars of Messier 16. Her face plunged through liquid; nitrogen or methane she supposed. How cool it was, refreshing, dipping through the interstellar pools. An inaudible “ahhhh” escaped her lips. Her left foot caught a rock just large enough to stand on, and thus she hooked herself to it. The relative pebble was enough for her to rotate on, and she took in the view.
Oh, how the green swirls around the edge, I find myself between the edges, near the middle…
As this was recorded in her memory, her bright eyes caught a glimpse of a particle ledge. She turned her back, and, letting breath fall from her lips, she moved backwards. The smoke in front of her dissipated, and she twisted her torso to the front, and enjoyed the view as she traveled to the ledge. It seemed an eternity, and to travel to the first bridge, it probably was.
As her heels touched the soft sludge of sparkling particles she kicked her legs. This gave her just enough of a boost that she was able to fall towards the second ledge. Her toes sunk in and she walked to the edge, looking downward. There she saw the green merging with the yellow and a tower rising therefrom. Her knees bend, and her back did also.
Her soft fingers rested within the cloud of soft colours, and her nails punctured the softness. She pulled up a clump of sparkles and put them in the pocket of her skirt. The cloud compacted, and it felt as if nothing was in her clothing at all. Her leg began to wind, and she dug her heel into the surface she stood on. It dug through, and she again knelt, pressing her face against the haze and looking through. Perceiving a red star, she reached and touched it, it was delightfully warm, and her fingers grasped the ball tightly. This too, she pocketed.
Looking up again, she fell through the hole she made, and found herself on methane glass once more. This time when she dug and melted the hole she fell through to Io. Being tired, she rested her head on a small stone, and let her feet dangle in a stream of methane. She clutched the star between her breasts, allowing it to warm her central temperature, and in this manner she slept.
When she awoke, she found herself in a bed of green and yellow sheets, with a red ball and pillow beside her. These she pressed to her face and faintly smelled the dust of stars upon them. Smiling, she prepared for work.