August 23, 2034

Great. As if things weren’t bad enough, now there’s a sandstorm. “Thanks, universe. Really needed this.” Struggling through this godforsaken landscape, every inch of my suit covered in dust. My air reserves are limited, and every breath reminds me of that fact. I keep a close eye on the gauge, knowing I can’t afford to waste a single inhale. The elements here are relentless. The wind howls around me, sand battering my faceplate. Exhaustion weighs down every step, but stopping isn’t an option. I push forward, each step a battle against the terrain and my own fatigue. The anomaly is out there, my only hope. One step at a time, I move closer.