She pushed her back against the tree. "My barrack? It was the second one. I had the neat little number of 2-99." She rubbed on the inner side of her wrist, against the black tattoo that was forced upon her: "II-LXXXXVIIII". "So unless you were also in the second barrack, that would mean you indeed didnt see me much. How about yourself?"
This Galaxy is vast; its wonders and beauty are almost unfathomable. But the galaxy also hides dark secrets, some of which have lain dormant since the beginning of time itself. There is a danger in secrets, both in seeking and in knowing. Some things are meant to be hidden from view. Some mysteries defy understanding, and sometimes even the things we think we know are untrue. Some secrets should remain untouched.
