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Unconsciousness came to the nebula beast, in all her mega-dimensionality. Time being the hardest dimension for her, she let it drift away, settling comfortably into her many spatial dimensions.
Sleep took her so fully that she was piqued with irritation when a radio wave roused her from her drowse. It tickled her persistently in the sixth dimension.
"Is anyone out there?" the radio wave asked. The beast froze herself, like unto holding her breath, focusing entirely on the radio waves.
"We're running out of fuel," the broadcast continued. Now the beast could sense the source in the distance, flying toward her. A tiny object! Metal, shiny, reflecting the light of every star like nothing in the nebula could. It was so beautiful, the beast fell instantly in love.
"We don't have enough fuel to go around the nebula, and I don't have enough air to sit here and wait..." The beast didn't understand the language in the radio waves; she only knew their feeling against her, as she twisted around the sixth dimension to feel them better. "I'm going to fly into the nebula..." The broadcaster broke off with a choked gasp. "Oh, god, I don't want to. I've heard of what happens to ships that..."
The dimensional beast's excitement was mounting as the exquisite, delicate little craft approached her, all satisfyingly lumpy in the first three dimensions. A friend! A tiny friend to cherish.
"Look, if you're out there, if you can hear this, answer me!"
The ship plummeted closer to the nebula, almost within reach.
"Well, that settles it." The beast began shuffling herself among the eighth through tenth dimensions, readying herself to greet her new friend. The dust motes roiled in chaos. "Here's to the other side." And the broadcast ended, but the craft was now in reach.