I had the urge to turn my current short story into a sci-fi piece at two in the morning. I took a shower to clear my head, and, still, all I could think about was describing cascading fountains of light in deep space. (I know next to nothing about space or related anomalies.) It was...strange.
Update: Here goes nothing....
Update: Here goes nothing....
velocity:
Do it. I always let a story do what it wants. I end up writing the most interesting things that way.