No point in wasting power. Without our lamps we could see very little other than a few glints on our suit helmets, and the crack of light above us. My body ached. Now that the adrenaline had died down, my arms and legs felt like stone, and each spot I had banged in the fall and numerous failed jumps screamed at me, warning of the bruises that would form. This would be a dumb way to die. I thought and tried to keep my breath calm. In reality, probably only 20 or 30 minutes passed as we sat in the darkness, lit only by the crack we had fallen through. It felt like hours, though. I turned my face to our tiny slice of sky and closed my eyes. Geometric patterns formed and danced against my eyelids. I used to do it all the time when I was a child. It was a way to distract myself. Sometimes, very rarely I would see little sparks of light. Bryn told me they were bits of stars that exploded millions of years ago. I liked that explanation, and would “search for supernovas”
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