“Tell me of your wanderings,” my sovereign said, as I bowed before them.
“I bring gifts and I bring tidings,” I said. I gestured to the pallet of goods from the land I had recently visited.
“Have you found a worthy place?” my sovereign asked, ignoring my gifts.
I raised my head, but kept my eyes lowered. “Yes, sovereign. Worthy, but…I encountered a great challenge.”
Once upon a time, there was a thriving civilization living under the light of a warm yellow sun. As eons passed, the civilization spread. It advanced. It regressed. It advanced again. It rose. It declined. And it rose again. It changed, became unrecognizable from its past self. And as the civilization did, so did the sun that burned above it and smiled down upon it. The warm yellow sun was aging, and as it did, it grew warmer and warmer, and bigger and bigger, darker and darker, yellow to orange to red, until the smiling yellow sun became a glaring red giant. Continue reading
This is what we wanted. This is what we feared.
Encountering new life. Endangering our lives.
These were some of the last words I heard from my mother on the last transmission from Marv. Continue reading