Dear Future-Scribe,
By the light of this quill, I pen my thoughts from a realm where sunbeams dance merrily on coral streets.
Have you ever wondered how the clock ticks when no gears exist? Not that time cares for our linear notions.
Stop by for a fish tea if you ever swim upstream!
P.S. Circulate this amongst fellow dreamers.
Greetings, Earthling,
I trust this note finds you... somewhere? In any case, life on Mars is a bit dusty, but we’ve adapted,
so don’t fret your “terrestrial” luxuries. Last week, I experienced a sandstorm that played
hopscotch with my memories. Would love your thoughts on "Sand in Your Circuitry."
Remember, every Martian day is a new perspective!