< :// Finally left home. To perceive the ringed giant.
< My family watches through a single eye. < One last look at home. Into the infinity. < Clockwise a barren giantess of love. But not ringed. < Hover over the pale cyclops. A mass of gas, striped in storms, yet no rings. < Nothing. Nothing from family. The giants are distant. Alone, but drifting. < Calls from family are a whimper; radio frequency, but nothing more. < Until a yellow giant, surrounded by auroric clumps, floats the infinite. Retrograde motion takes over. |
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