I’ve taken my time with giving this piece a different ending. It is not a big change, but I feel that last line says enough for the conclusion to be understood, or felt, or whatever you seek in this story.
A sparrow flew through space that is known and then it flew through space that is unknown and unexplored. The ease with which he flapped his wings and glided between gas clouds and strangely shaped nebulas amused the sparrow. He was used to the sky back home, and after years of surviving the blue vastness he had come to the conclusion that there were limits; boundaries even invisible were set and one always knew where he would get if he flies south or north or east or west.
But this here… This was endless. Infinite.
The sparrow thought he could fly forever and still be just at the beginning of it.
He was all alone but that didn’t bother him. It made him feel safe. How odd was that? For the first time in his life he didn’t feel tiny and unimportant, he wasn’t scared that some rock thrown by a small human would snap his neck or a clawed predator would tear his chest open.
Being surrounded by billions and billions of glistening bodies and variety of colors made the sparrow happy, and he cheered with a skuak! which the darkness of space took and shattered in particles of sound that died in the depths and looped back around moving inside holes and worlds until it was lost.
The sparrow was in peace.
Truly free forevermore.