Dear Earthbound Dreamers,
We floated through the Alpha Centauri system today, a dance on the edge of stars. The three suns cast shadows that defy your understanding. Here, time is a suggestion, and gravity is a gentle hand, guiding us in a waltz around the celestial trio.
Best, The Wanderers.
Shard of ice, dear friends,
It’s silent here, save for the whispers of life beneath the frozen crust. Europa sends shudders through our ship, as if reminding us that beneath this quiet exterior lies a vibrant world. Water, perhaps, is the true revolution, not of planets, but of life.
In shared solitude, The Pilgrims.
To the Earthbound,
The reds and ochres bleed into the black and white here. A revolution of shadows on Martian dunes reminds us of home, in ways you wouldn’t comprehend. We craft our tales in the sands, grains that remember the winds of time.
In the dust, The Sentinels.