There wasn't much left to do these, days, a million little vessels all scrumming about as they wept toward the center of the universe. I knew I should have been outside the hull of the craft as we went through deepspace, but I was there with them anyway, gazing at infinity. As we passed through heavier, brighter regions, we scrambled to hide behind thick panes, searching for a recess in which to hide from some blaze. Soon the captains noticed were were beyond our means, we quickly landed on some new fresh place, the deep rumble of void turning our steps into liquid charge. As this new world materialized around us and the abstract meta-reality of deepspace travel wore away, soft looming clouds searched for a sun beyond the deep navy horizon we behld from a dim coast. It was difficult, ominous at first and most of us had little more than a few bits and pieces with which to construct a footing.
There was some power at work, using us, a compassionite cool choas that remained indifferent to our flesh.We had been found out there in the deep, as we stepped outside that silver cocoon, yearing for that which bounded physica, fools trying to use our hands and eyes to touch a cosmic life that barely left shadows as it danced with galaxies. Our helmsmen were quite displeased. I daresay they even may remember how naieve we became amoung those astral landscapes, the beauty muting our instincts, drawing us toward what tiny planet-creatures could never understand.
Our caretakers' concern, misunderstood at first, soon had apparent reason once we had been brought down to terra. While exploring our new camp, a slow hazy ring seeped in from the higher planes. It was like a silent, wise, mischevious tune, filling us with inspiration toward some ominous goal we knew knothing about. Some turned inward at the sight of the new majesty that we had been caught by while outside the starship. Some danced, cried and lost thier bowels. A few began to kill.
The planet at first was rife with mineral, inanimate form which showed no growth and seemed to soak up the twilight. Soon though, there became linear forms, the sign of intelligence and we mostly grew afraid and gluttonous. The new song that had taken into our bodies imparted upon us some feeling that all around us could be an agent of this power within us, and that we had a right to fear for our existance. It wasn't long before we were all alone, each finding our own places to contend with what we now were.
I came among a monolith of deep blue glass structures, mostly a couple thousand meters high, with the tips glowing in the dawn. It was beautiful, resonant, and terrifying. But you couldn't help feel that you were meant to be exposed to that astral void, that our bodies were meant to catch that pure humming taste that was so far beyond us that we were now changed forever, if not crippled by the infinity which had come amoung us.