29 November 2023

• curprev 19:3819:38, 29 November 2023‎ Spaceman talk contribs‎ 3,737 bytes +3,737‎ Created page with "n the shadow of what some might call the Second Moon, I find myself lost in the mundanity of my existence, a paradox not lost on me as I toe the line between washing dishes and contemplating the cosmos. They say every era has its hallmark of progress or calamity, but here we are in 2077, straddling both, living under a celestial enigma shrouded in plasma shields that might as well be the curtains of a theater, the final act ever pending. The morning started as any other..."