I looked over the sand and gray sky for the first time in my life. It was very reminding of the childhood story of how it supposedly began as a red blanket (the sky not sand) floating high above this planet.
The story claims that the air was pumped into the invading earthling’s homes and used as fuel, and only to be replaced by breathing air that escaped little at a time, supposedly the unfair relationship is what left the atmosphere this thin grey sheet. Either way the cold, bright surface would have killed me within seconds if it were not for the suit I was sent out with.
After about a thirty or forty meter hike I found saw a huge mountain, I decided the best course of action was to climb it. “With the view I might spot another nation.” I thought as I scaled the huge cliff-side of this planetary bulge. Upon completion of the climb I glanced (whilst I gasped) across the both literally and figuratively breathtaking landscape in search of a door.
I found one in the far distance, and at that immediate time I glimced and then noticed my oxygen gauge was running out, so with all the speed I could get on as little breath I could, I sprinted with all my might towards that metal glimmer of hope.
Though my best efforts to conserve my that air I ran dreadfully out, began to choke, fell to the ground, and passed on from this conscience.