Dearest friends of the German language,
today you will not be pleased. This tale is written in English. 
I wrote it during an English lesson, as a result of being bored, and refined it a little bit at home.
It is not as philosophical as the stories Sangreal and Tinytis wrote, but anyway, it’s gonna go into public. (Sorry.)
The Unity blew up in many parts. I could just save my bare life and escape into a nearby planet’s glass house for man-eating plants. As I think, I was the only human being who survived the acts of violence. Sadly I looked out of the large windows and watched the broken Unity parts move through the vain. They somehow reminded me of fallen oak leaves floating on a lake surface. Suddenly, I heard a cracking noise from behind. When I jumped and turned around, it was already too late. Two huge worms crouched onto me, which I watched shiveringly, not even thinking of escape. Tentacles sprouted out of their heads and held my arms and legs so that I couldn’t move, nor could I scream, because I could hardly breathe due to the hard wrap around my body.
Now, tentacles slipped into my head through my nose and ears. (I wonder if you actually wanted to know that.) My vision blurred. Strange colors became visible, they seemed like color baloons filled with paint which were flying at me and exploding. I had taken many sorts of psychedelic drugs in my long galactic life, but the experiences of these had not been half as realistic as that – and not a quarter as painful. I heard strange sounds and felt like my brain was pulled out of my head through my eyes.
