Friday, December 31, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
The Crash Landing
Travelers Log:1
My ship alerted me 300 feet before I landed. I made it out alive. My craft however, is wrecked. Regaining my composure, I stumbled to my feet. My boots now firmly planted in the terrain, I scanned a great canyon before me. Carved over millions of years, the valleys went miles deep. Darkness at the bottom. Beyond this canyon lie a sun. The darkest sun I had ever stared into. The land bathed in a light clearly from a new spectrum. It feels dry, tired. But I know there is oxygen on this planet. The fire is burning especially hot here. I can survive. For now.
Where do I go from here. What is beyond that horizon?
My ship alerted me 300 feet before I landed. I made it out alive. My craft however, is wrecked. Regaining my composure, I stumbled to my feet. My boots now firmly planted in the terrain, I scanned a great canyon before me. Carved over millions of years, the valleys went miles deep. Darkness at the bottom. Beyond this canyon lie a sun. The darkest sun I had ever stared into. The land bathed in a light clearly from a new spectrum. It feels dry, tired. But I know there is oxygen on this planet. The fire is burning especially hot here. I can survive. For now.
Where do I go from here. What is beyond that horizon?
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
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