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Part two: something never seen before:

Her ship was speeding out of control. The stars, meteors and nebulas even seemed to smudge across the universe; much the same as a picture taken by a photographer half scared to death as he took the picture.  As frightening as these sounds, she was in no way afraid. She could stop whenever she so wanted to, she simply didn't want to stop. Nothing could touch her at this speed; and she

could touch nothing.
There was nothing complicated about her ship. The necessities were covered:  no one could see her, she could see everyone. Her ship was a dark glass orb. (The kind of glass when you can't look in, but you can look out.) It had no controls because she didn't need any. Fate controlled her path. In a way, she could control it: shifting her weight, sitting down, jumping up and pushing the walls. Usually though, she didn't bother. Wherever gravity pushed her, she seemed to be happy and find a reason to appreciate the accidents that seemed to make up the back bone of her life.

Something in the distance caught her eye. It was quite far away, but the most incredible shade of green. It seemed to glow with this awkward, unnatural color. Without consent, her foot slowly reached out to shift the ship in the direction of the emerald mass. She immediately pulled her foot back to where it would not endanger the already set course to somewhere uncertain. Discomforted, she looked away and stared into the black smudgy area she was destined for.  Out of the corner of her eye, a green hue was cast upon the glass of her ship. Irritated, she closed her eyes.  After a moment, she opened them to find that the green had completely invaded the whole of her glass orb. She huffed violently, rolled her eyes and leaned into the direction of the emerald planet.  Quietly she whispered to herself:

"This doesn't make any sense."

Description
Part two: something never seen before:

Her ship was speeding out of control. The stars, meteors and nebulas even seemed to smudge across the universe; much the same as a picture taken by a photographer half scared to death as he took the picture.  As frightening as these sounds, she was in no way afraid. She could stop whenever she so wanted to, she simply didn't want to stop. Nothing could touch her at this speed; and she

could touch nothing.
There was nothing complicated about her ship. The necessities were covered:  no one could see her, she could see everyone. Her ship was a dark glass orb. (The kind of glass when you can't look in, but you can look out.) It had no controls because she didn't need any. Fate controlled her path. In a way, she could control it: shifting her weight, sitting down, jumping up and pushing the walls. Usually though, she didn't bother. Wherever gravity pushed her, she seemed to be happy and find a reason to appreciate the accidents that seemed to make up the back bone of her life.

Something in the distance caught her eye. It was quite far away, but the most incredible shade of green. It seemed to glow with this awkward, unnatural color. Without consent, her foot slowly reached out to shift the ship in the direction of the emerald mass. She immediately pulled her foot back to where it would not endanger the already set course to somewhere uncertain. Discomforted, she looked away and stared into the black smudgy area she was destined for.  Out of the corner of her eye, a green hue was cast upon the glass of her ship. Irritated, she closed her eyes.  After a moment, she opened them to find that the green had completely invaded the whole of her glass orb. She huffed violently, rolled her eyes and leaned into the direction of the emerald planet.  Quietly she whispered to herself:

"This doesn't make any sense."