August 22, 2034

The system's dead. A microfracture in the hull, and now I'm screwed. I couldn’t fix it. My only hope is reaching the anomaly, the whole reason for this goddamn mission, on foot. Walking away from the landing site, the weight of this place bears down on me. The alien landscape is both beautiful and intimidating. The towering rock formations cast long shadows, and the distant planets hang low in the sky, reminding me how far from home I am. God, I miss home. With each step, the silence of this world presses in. The only sounds are my own breathing and the crunch of soil beneath my boots. Every step is a reminder of what’s at stake. I push forward, determined to make it to the anomaly. It’s my only chance.