{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Acast","provider_url":"https://acast.com","height":250,"width":700,"html":"<iframe src=\"https://embed.acast.com/$/66477018b68429001342b9a2/69f644c6ad9857928907b262?\" frameBorder=\"0\" width=\"700\" height=\"250\"></iframe>","title":"At The Edge Of The Galaxy, Reality Is Breaking Down Through The Holes | Sci-Fi","thumbnail_width":200,"thumbnail_height":200,"thumbnail_url":"https://open-images.acast.com/shows/66477018b68429001342b9a2/1777747047241-ffe70916-9b5b-49b4-a217-0daf32814c9f.jpeg?height=200","description":"<p>📖 Written by Galactic Horrors</p><p><br></p><p>At a trading post on the edge of mapped space, a merchant buys a route to a hidden star system by paying with something stranger than money: his ability to perceive the color blue. Conceptual goods are common there among smugglers, pilgrims, and frontier brokers, but he does not understand the physical cost until he watches a vendor pour “blue” from a glass jar into another buyer’s eye, leaving the emptied jar full of moving darkness. After his own trade, blue does not become invisible to him. It becomes absence. Wherever blue should exist, he sees a ragged hole in the world.</p><p><br></p><p>At first the loss seems survivable, almost like a private disability. Then a crewman paints a blue test-line across the cabin, and the merchant watches it become a slit in local reality, something outside the universe using the thin wound like a fingerhold. The missing color has not been removed from his mind alone; it has been removed from his relationship with the universe’s structure. Every blue surface, signal, reflection, or memory becomes a weak place where things can press through.</p><p><br></p><p>The map leads him toward the hidden star system, but the route is littered with evidence that other merchants have made similar bargains and failed to remain whole. At the edge of the system, he finds ships from older expeditions arranged in a spiral, each vessel belonging to a captain who traded away a different perception until their ships became partial realities: hulls with no inside, engines with no heat, windows looking into days that never happened. A salvage crew boards his ship and sees the blue holes differently—not as voids, but as open windows filled with merchants from other universes, all making the same trade from slightly different directions.</p><p><br></p><p>⚠️ Content Ownership Notice</p><p><br></p><p>All stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>📜 Fictional Work Disclaimer</p><p><br></p><p>This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>#scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta</p>","author_name":"Galactic Horrors"}