Greetings from the Vanish Edge of Venus!
It's just as slippery and acidic as they promised. I often find myself reminiscing about Earth’s ever elusive non-corporeal possessions, like gravity and dry land.
Back home, you would call it an industrial safety corridor. Here, it’s avant-garde art.
Hallowed Greetings from H2-Helium 20!
Surrounded by the chitter-chatter of hydrogen, I can scarcely find comfort in the bitter truth — space smells suspiciously like that second-hand appliance store in downtown Sidonia.
Yet, the void offers a sell-out sale on serene nihilism in droves.
Reflected Whispers from the Cosmic Coffeehouse!
Perched in Athena's Orbit this week, I overheard an asteroid claim it’s more foldable than a Spacetime Origami from Nebula Y.
Funny how their percolation theories parallel our Martian brew disputes — absolutely no grounds for disagreement.