“Last Waltz on Titan” by Michael S. Diamond
The hexagonal plate, the needle and the rosette. Shades of yellow varying from near colorless to a turbid brown. They might be beautiful if they weren’t so damn painful when they struck.
The hexagonal plate, the needle and the rosette. Shades of yellow varying from near colorless to a turbid brown. They might be beautiful if they weren’t so damn painful when they struck.
The soil smells sweet—rich and earthy with a faint whiff of sulfur from a geyser somewhere in the vicinity.