The alarm rang. He was near it. Captain Art Ramaran's long journey had finally got him to his dream place and it was only 209 light seconds away.
His hands quivered in excitement, eyes wide open, mouth shut and nostrils wide open sucking in large amounts of oxygen generated by his Recylogen system. This was it. All his calculations, predictions, guesses and finger-crossed decisions had paid off. How wrong they were! How foolish! not to believe him.
He jumped in his throne and pushed the blue button. No, he did not have time to fasten his seat belt. He had to do everything so fast! "Oh my God! The landscape’s killing
The Yellow Rocket veered from its path and took a sharp turn towards Sinitron barely missing Nohola-13. Nohola-13, the second most beautiful galaxy in the universe. Its sun's shimmering magenta corona has always been inspiration for all queens of the many worlds in this universe. Yet Capt. Art Ramaran lusted to see the mythical Sinitron. No one had seen it. There was no record in any of the local registers. Not even the great civilization of Arkouset Arkenen with all their technology could ever get a clue of its existence! And here, Capt Ramaran was near Sinitron.
He had dreamt it. He had talked about its beauty with his comrades. Yes, they all accorded about its beauty. But it existed? "Never!", they swashed.
Capt. Ramaran's Yellow Rocket was now only 121 light seconds away. All he saw was pitch black. Absolutely nothing. Was his Heisin-Flux Directograph gone wrong? Was he heading towards a black hole? Beads of sweat rolled down his temple and his sides. His eyebrows curled in anxiety. Were his calculations wrong? Did he cross his fingers incorrectly in taking one of the decisions that Physics had no answer to?
His heart beat faster than the Recyclogen's pump. And before it could explode the Directograph alarm went off again! It was the "Proximity Warning"! It's frequency increased by the second! Capt. Ramaran's mind was now blank. He started to believe it was his end. His eyes did not bat. All of his ship's alarms were in a cacophony. And then...
There it was, out of the black. How could one describe beauty for which no words were ever imagined? He was her prisoner from the moment the first quanta of light touched his retina. Sinitron's arms of million stars engulfed the yellow ship. Capt. Ramaran clutched the armrests and leaned forward to see the celestial princess. His eyes were in disbelief, and his jaw dropped. He just stood there as his Yellow rocket dossed into the largest and brightest silver globe of Sinitron. The globe only got bigger.
No one knows where Sinitron is. No one. Only few are privileged with the dream and fewer who pursue the dream and then disappear. No one to tell about Sinitron.
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