Interplanetary journey
I open my eyes and a chiaroscuro scene overwhelms me. The sun's rays, filtered through the clouds, wander through the valleys and mountains of these exotic lands, creating contrasts of light and shadow. How did I get here? My memories are hazy. I remember putting on a special outfit in front of the mirror. The attention to detail, the care... I remember the drinks with friends as we celebrated this new adventure. I remember setting off at high speed and feeling my heart wanting to burst out of my mouth. The rest of my memories blur together like a whirlwind. I think that at some point during this interplanetary journey, I lost consciousness.
In those first moments of dawn, when no one is paying attention to my actions, I feel free to remain in my corner, inert. Only my thoughts are alive. I calmly await some manifestation of life nearby to show some reaction. The rhythm of life on my home planet is different from here. Although I am wide awake, the life around me remains asleep. This unexpected difference in rhythms allows me to observe the world around me without compromise, without questions to answer or protocols!
Finally, inertia threatens to extinguish the sensitivity of my limbs, demanding that I move. “Go on, show that you're brave and take the initiative!”, I say to myself. Then I slowly reach out and touch it. The surface is hot, it almost burns my fingers. So different from my planet! I feel the urge to grab it, but a sudden lack of air overwhelms me. It must be the new air, I think dazedly. I don't know what I was thinking when I decided to go on this adventure. Exploring another planet is so dangerous!
A deafening roar distracts me. The surface convulses under my touch and, frightened, I pull my fingers back. The tension and fear that accompany the exploratory phase always give me a feeling of nostalgia. I get lost in memories of the last time I explored strange lands: the beginning was difficult too. But then, every time I opened my eyes and put on my lenses, I saw a milk-white expanse in front of me. Quiet, silent. Those were peaceful times, with no surprises or crazy expectations. I had all my free time to devote to my solitary pleasures. I read a lot. But over time, my imagination began to wander and my chest to yearn for new discoveries. The time had come to leave.
The deafening roar finally died down and the planet went into cataclysmic motion, knocking me out of my daydreams. Suddenly, the hills that blocked the view in front of me collapsed and two eyes stared at me intently.
- Good morning!
He watches me with a shy smile as he waits anxiously for a sign of life, an answer, anything. The seconds pass without me finding a suitable response, or even deciding which language I should use. My mind is lost in thought. But what good is a head full of questions when faced with the challenge of exploring a new world?
He finally puts an end to the problem by wrapping his arms around me. With our topographies adjusted in mold and counter-mold, we gave ourselves over to tectonic clashes. At this point, what does it matter where we came from, or what mysteries we carry in our chests? All that matters is to explore.
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