A Wayfarer's Pilgrimage to Extraterrestrial Lands: 0 Chapter 1: A Wayfarer's Pilgrimage to Extraterrestrial Lands: 0

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A Wayfarer's Pilgrimage to Extraterrestrial Lands: 0 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "This story is meant for one reader. I plead with you to spread my legacy—let my journey be the waystone of civilization. I bring to you my own experience beyond our land." It was a note from the distant past. A primitive language was written with ink and paper. Yellow, crumpled, its sides bleeding ashes—becoming one with the atmosphere. There were several of the same note, yet differ in writing. Is it the same person? I gently turn the paper, even lightly pressing its risks of tears. Slowly but surely, more words appear. The handwriting matched, but they were more clean and written with purpose. "My story is more than boring. Perhaps if only this world had an interest in exploration, things would have been different." A small phrase can be seen on the corner behind the note. The same language was used. There were a few blotches of ink, but none blocked the writing. Tucked away underground in the vast land of sulfur and ash are where these notes lay bare on the stone. As the light from my suit illuminates the surroundings, no bodies were seen nearby. The harness attached to my waist tightened, a signal to retreat. "Zun, are you done there?" The comms echo inside my suit. It's Polar, one of my friends who got dragged into this. "Give me a moment, Polar. I found something interesting." My mic vibrated as it absorbed my words. "Likewise here. I found a bone here, should I-" The comms went silent for a few seconds, the wind of sulfur and ash violently clashed outside, before returning to normal. "POLAR!!" Another voice can be heard. It's Mallard's voice. He is Polar's best friend. More of a rival than a friend. "Where the fuck were you? Thanks to your lone alpha wolf act, I found several chests here!! Whaahaahahahaha I'm rich! I'm rich!!" Mallard continued to go on about why he's the greatest and whatnot. Annoyed, I muted him on the spot. Sigh... Can't this be more quiet? At least act with more class. I'm starving here. Mallard isn't a bad person. He's more competitive than the rest of us. He always tries to one up Polar in every way possible. That can backfire sometimes. ... As my breath fogged up my suit, more violent torrents raged on, chipping away anything in its path. "Should I go for ramen? But I'm craving dirty fries..." After a bit of contemplation. I noticed I lost my grip on the paper. "...Uh oh." The paper flew and was devoured by the atmosphere. I froze on the spot, slightly stunned by my blunder. I think I'll go for pizza. But before that, I should get out of here alive. She's anxiously waiting for me. That girl is just like our father, overly worried. I took another look before leaving the cave. Exposing myself to the deadly sulfur atmosphere. Even if you have immortality, the smell of amplified rotten eggs and your skin burning, the pain is unbearable. I'm glad I'm human and will live for a limited time. Luckily, with this suit, I can safely travel across. Born from several failures, the Nimith Space Suit was the product of death. Because of these pioneers, I was able to travel the stars. "Mom. Thank you." ... "It's time for you to wake up." "?!" I looked behind me, the horizon filled with nothing but mountains of more sulfur and ash. What was that? It's not from comms either. For a while, it's been quiet. Eerily quiet. "What the..." I don't know if my eyes are playing tricks on me. If it is, it's not funny. The mountains in the distance, their silhouettes, are gone, assimilating with the wind. "Nimith! Give me a satellite view!" In an instant, my panel is giving me a bird's eye view of the area, the center where I stood and a hundred miles around me. Like I expected, the shadow of the mountain vanished. The mountain of sulfur and ash. Once that's gone, it means that the winds will be catastrophic! Not even a trace of history will be seen! "Damn it! Mallard! Polar! Can you hear me?!"