Cool

Ripe for the harvest

Same

can i see

I like that this is top comment

“You’re not getting cold, are you?”

if only lmao

​@@Gambits_Harkpreferred death of joice

I mean I would love to die like that not held down by burdens just a void😅

That's really depressing

That is why Im not leaving earth unless its like very secure and stuff, or I have too.

It feels like a clear alien forest, empty yet teaming with life.

Because you are.

:(

Damn

@rege there's no cause of death was given, but however it is, it's not because he floats completely untethered.

@rege No, He's not dead while in space, he came back to earth and died years later at 80 years old

4 days before christmass? Damn..

(within our current range of detection)

agreed

turn the lights off

agreed

Lets all unite and conquer the stars

What?!? He’s dead

Huh

Excuse me by W H A T

*but

@@averageglagglehe found out the hard way we weren’t alone in the universe.

gambit should totally reply to this

your math is a little off mate

8

@@grey2753 almost 8 years not quite yet

12 years later people gonna be commenting 18*

9 years😢

welcome lmao

ok now you need to write a book. Not after dropping that line and dipping.

Again?

What

**Chapter 1: Into the Unknown** The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the dense forests of the Appalachians as Mark and his daughter, Emily, embarked on their camping trip. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and earth. Mark relished the opportunity to escape the hustle and bustle of everyday life, eager to share the wonders of nature with Emily. As they trudged along the winding trail, Emily skipped ahead, her laughter echoing through the trees. Mark couldn't help but smile at her infectious enthusiasm. She was growing up so fast, he thought, and he cherished moments like these, just the two of them against the wilderness. But as they ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, a sense of unease began to settle over Mark. The trees seemed to lean in closer, their branches twisting and gnarled like skeletal fingers. Strange shadows danced among the underbrush, and the distant hoot of an owl sent a shiver down his spine. "Are we almost there, Daddy?" Emily called out, her voice tinged with excitement. "Almost, sweetheart," Mark replied, forcing a note of reassurance into his voice. He didn't want to alarm her, but something about the forest felt... off. Finally, after what seemed like hours of hiking, they reached their campsite-a small clearing nestled between two towering trees. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting a warm glow over their makeshift home for the night. Mark wasted no time in setting up their tent, expertly securing the poles and hammering stakes into the soft earth. Emily eagerly helped, her small hands fumbling with the tent flap as she tried to zip it shut. "There we go," Mark said, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Our home away from home." Emily beamed up at him, her eyes shining with excitement. "It's perfect, Daddy!" But as darkness fell and the forest grew quiet, Mark couldn't shake the feeling that they were not alone. He scanned the tree line, his senses on high alert. Was it just his imagination, or were they being watched? Brushing aside his concerns, Mark stoked the campfire, its warm glow casting flickering shadows on the surrounding trees. He wanted to believe that they were safe here, cocooned in their little corner of the wilderness. But deep down, he knew that danger lurked in the shadows, waiting to pounce. And as the first stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Mark vowed to protect Emily at all costs, no matter what dangers lay ahead. Little did he know, their peaceful camping trip was about to take a terrifying turn into the unknown.

**Chapter 2: The Whispering Woods** The crackling campfire cast a warm glow over the clearing, its flickering flames dancing in the night air. Mark and Emily sat huddled together, roasting marshmallows over the fire and swapping stories beneath the starlit sky. Despite the unease gnawing at Mark's gut, he reveled in these simple moments of father-daughter bonding. But as the night wore on and the fire began to dwindle, a strange sensation settled over the forest. The air grew heavy with an oppressive stillness, broken only by the rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. Emily shifted uncomfortably beside Mark, her eyes darting nervously around the clearing. "Daddy, do you hear that?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackling of the fire. Mark strained his ears, listening intently for any sign of danger. At first, all he heard was the gentle rustle of the wind through the trees. But then, faint whispers began to echo through the darkness, their words unintelligible yet unmistakably eerie. A chill ran down Mark's spine as he exchanged a concerned glance with Emily. "It's probably just the wind, sweetheart," he said, trying to mask his own unease. But even as he spoke the words, he knew that something was deeply wrong. The whispers grew louder, their insidious voices weaving through the trees like tendrils of smoke. Mark couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, that unseen eyes were lurking in the shadows, studying their every move. "We should go to bed," Mark suggested, his voice tinged with urgency. He didn't want to alarm Emily, but every instinct screamed at him to retreat into the safety of their tent. Emily nodded, her expression mirroring his own unease. Together, they extinguished the dying embers of the fire and retreated into the tent, zipping the flap shut behind them. But even inside the relative safety of their shelter, the whispers persisted, a constant reminder of the unseen horrors lurking in the darkness. Huddled together beneath their blankets, Mark and Emily listened to the symphony of the night-the distant howl of a wolf, the mournful cry of a loon. But beneath it all, the whispers persisted, their sinister voices echoing through the trees like a haunting melody. As exhaustion finally claimed them, Mark vowed to protect Emily from whatever malevolent force haunted the woods. But little did he know, their ordeal was only just beginning, and the true horror of the Appalachians was yet to reveal itself.

wall e

​@@V1P3RSXI thought it from fallout 3 or 4

​@@V1P3RSXnah wall e ost is "Put on your sunday clothes" by Michael Crawford

The song is “Dream Sweet in Sea Major”

It's not great

​@@Melky_Manit's his opinion. It's also my favorite song

Ikrrr

What?!? He’s dead

What?!? He’s dead

Feeling the cold through the suit, it cuddles you

@@rebeccaoertell6941 this dude gets it

I recommend Space Engine, it should satiate your needs.

He is dead now died in 2017 but nah he chilled when he was up there

Did you

kzfaq.info/get/bejne/qLiaZsJ8ueDVmYk.html thank me later

if i am correct the entire song is something about killing your self in the ocean therefore "dream sweet in sea major"

​​@@Zombikilla-lp1hrits not but ur close, its about a guy who dies while trying to sail from haiwaii to california

He is dead now but he died of old age not space

The song is Dream Sweet in Sea Major by Miracle Musical

probably

No he’s not only 3 people have died in space and they were all in a shuttle

@@floor_official Not to be a buzzkill but it wasn't a shuttle, it was the soyuz 11 craft, I believe you are talking about, but, there could be many lost/dead cosmonauts, adding at least 1 (the "SOS TO THE WHOLE WORLD" case) to the list.

Thank you

You have unleashed a plague

i have a slight sneaking suspicion he's dead idk