By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor
The sheer number of unknowns that we, as a collective, have on this planet and its inhabitants is frightening. For how entangled in my life it has become, I feel like more should be known about planet Xexon.
It has been a little over two hours under the hot sun, and Iāve constructed some partial shade from the remains of my ship; from the shade, I watch as the creature continues to sit behind its rock, eyes focused on me. There seems to be a wariness to its gaze, or perhaps I am just suffering from heatstroke and delusion.
The alien doesnāt seem to mind the heat; it doesnāt even sweat. Not like me, Iām drenched and stinky. And stripped down to my undergarments, having taken a sharp shard of my shipās hull to cut away at the fabric of my uniformāanything to relieve myself from this heat!
Something interesting and unexpected is occurring to my skin. Iām sure had I a cold shower, I would feel relief, but for now my skin itches, feeling like bugs are crawling through my veins. Itās the most infuriating thing!
What feels like another hour under the sun passes though Iām sure it hasnāt been that long. My crew would realize that, with a lack of communication, there must be something wrong. Surely! But why havenāt they tried to rescue me?
Iām definitely delirious now, I must be! The creature seems to have shuffled closer to me, and I swear that it has eyes the very same as those of my sister.
Continuation of this exciting adventure next week!
