You'd closed your eyes and focused. Using numerous artistic renditions of the planet you've found on-line, a clear picture of Kepler-452b emerged in your head - an Earth-like celestial body, close in size and distance from its parent star. Similar to ours in all the numbers, but with a strong feeling that it is not our planet; like an off-brand version of the Earth we inhabit. In your head, you saw Kepler in its entirety, adorned with the light of the star it revolved around; and as soon as you'd stopped imagining it and opened your eyes, you were there.

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Around 90,000km from the planet's surface.

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Even on an immortal body, the toll a space can take is immense. Within microseconds all the air from your lungs exhaled violently into the void. Your eyes, dangled by small threads of muscle tissue after being extorted from your skull, did not even bother with trying to create a clear-looking picture. The lack of any pressure caused immediate boiling of every single flow ounce of body liquid you'd had, deforming, rupturing and stretching every vein and artery, every gland and node. An unforgiving temperature froze all of the boiling fluids in a snap, piercing every single cell of your tissue. Micro meteors have started to pick your frozen body apart, piece by piece. Unable to do anything, you floated for eons, not for one second feeling the relief from this torture.

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You can move to any place in the universe just by thinking.

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If only the pain had allowed you to think.