The Voidling was entranced by the fragrance emanating from the tiny stones in the human's hand. In all its existence, it had never encountered anything quite like this. The aroma was intoxicating, promising something essential, something its body craved on an instinctual level it couldn't fully articulate.
Unable to resist any longer, the Voidling reached out with its will and space simply... changed.
One moment, Liam stood on the flight deck of the Voyager, protected by a kilometer of advanced hull plating. The next, he existed in a completely different reality. There was no sensation of movement, or transition period. It was just instant relocation from one state of being to another.
He was standing in space now, directly in front of the Voidling, at eye level with those massive yellow orbs that dominated its face like twin suns suspended in the void.
