Wincing from pain of his wounded, aching flesh, he stood from his haunches. Dark blood smeared the skin peeling from his torso and trembling knees, scraping against cold metal. His lungs swelled in his chest, heaving. His mind spun with festering, ominous thoughts. Footsteps bore echoes through the wreckage of the ship, Ray limping close behind. When he arrived at the exit, the words clung to his throat, in disbelief at what he saw, for he had only witnessed it in dreams. “This..isn't Earth."
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