It's over. Again. Once again. Cycle is over. Officially. Cycle of stones and gas clouds. Cycle of growth and rot. Cycles are no lines. Are not railroad between galaxies. Cycles are not for us. We know only lines. Curves. Graphs. Pings. Landing area. Cargo loading area. And again. Until next galactic port. No return. Not for us. No home to get back to. No family. No gifts or tree or land or sea. Ocean is of space and fish are stars. No day and night. No chance to see kids growing like weeds. No chance to grow old in pairs or with a crew. Only a line. Straight with no bends except gravity induced. From start to end. End after end, the ultimate one getting closer everytime. Only one cycle for us. Cycles are not for us. Cycles are not for us.
