< :// 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. < It is more than just rings. But meters of dust and ice, grey moons glade along the particles.
< The moons are distant, yet idiosyncratic with the giant. A system within a system. < The family is drawn to a singular moon; But I scan the others with greater awe. < Even with an eclipse, the rings glisten with the sun. < Home is nothing but a speck now. The other giants have receded. < The humans no longer listen. < Time to process. < 453,048 pictures. < 453,048 memories. < 294 orb_ts around the G_ant. < The m_ss_on _s near complete. They don’t need me. <_ W_sh _ Cou_d make f_ve-_undr-d, t_ousand p_otos. <I __sh I c_u_d b_ t_enty-_ne. ---(C O N N E C T I O N__T O__C A S S I N I__ P R O B E__ L O S T)--- Comments are closed.
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