The itching under his eva suit now had reached the point of agonizing and suddenly began its slow ascent to unbearable levels. Even his sweat which now continued running down his body profusely in constant streams of torment, felt almost alien to him. It was like a foreign force which was now besieged his sanity. He bit his lip tightly as a diversionary tactic. He twinged with fear that his front teeth would break the skin and draw blood. Desperately trying to calm himself he took his first nervous steps forward while staring hypnotically into Space's endlessness, just beyond the ships view port. Deep loneliness was his muse as he looked out along the infinite boarders of the galaxy. "Alone," he thought, "Alone, like the singularity of a supermassive black hole in which no light could escape. He tried desperately to breath, but to his dismay the oxygen from his fatigued lungs grew stubborn and would only emerge from his lips in labored gasps. Outside millions of miniature ***** of plasma flared ferociously in their own gravity along his line of sight. These stars seemed to sparkle vibrantly as if performing a sort of celestial dance for him. The light they emitted swirled and shined as if aware of his presence, leaving him with a haunting impression that he was the only one who bare witness to their majesty.