Inspired by “View on the Stars” by Soundcritters
At last, we found it – the new Earth. What our scans had prophesied would be a new home. Air, water. Life? We did not know what became of the old Earth. Perhaps destroyed in anger lightyears ago by a miniature sun. Not that any of us cared, really.
I went down with the first team to walk the valley. No life that we could see. Black rock, dust beneath the stars, brighter than I had ever seen. Dew collected on our helmets.
“This is it?” someone asked.
“Talk about square one,” said another.
I knelt and took a handful of dust, then released it to the breeze. It stained my glove as it left. The dust was pure. We were not. I was not. Yet I hoped that, along with our baggage, we packed wisdom too. “This world is ours,” I said. “That is all that matters.”
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