August 30, 2034

I found an alien city. Spires rise up, casting eerie shadows in the diffused light. The architecture is otherworldly, intricate, and strangely beautiful. It's hard to believe I'm seeing this with my own eyes. It feels like stepping into the pages of an old science fiction novel, the kind where explorers discover ancient, deserted cities. Except, standing here, it’s so much more real and surreal at the same time. I can’t help but wonder what or who I might find here. The place feels deserted, empty. There’s a profound silence, as if the city itself is holding its breath. I’ve never felt so small or so isolated, yet there’s an undeniable sense of curiosity driving me forward. Classic sci-fi always made this look so adventurous, almost glamorous. But in reality, it’s overwhelming and humbling.