we went further ahead than anyone else. the lights were shining brightly upon us. the eyelashes did nothing but blur out and bokeh the dim sun spectrum.
and the hands… bulbous knuckles like none i’ve seen
regardless, we carried on and pushed forth into the worst day yet.
i could taste the sand without opening my mouth– speaking of mouth- these lips were hard to get used to- very floppy–
and sand tasted metallic here, vaguely tinny, mercurial as roasted roots of wine
wax encrusted and oil tendrils
we never looked back, though.
the in-landers/on-landers found out about us soon enough, so we had to make haste with our data collection.
we assembled our vessel as quickly as possible, which was difficult given the limited supply of Materia here on Earth.
but, all in all, there were fewer problems than I first anticipated and we managed to become fully powered in a mere 21 hours, as we had fortunately landed very near a major