The mars landing

Previously

…“What is it, Nana?” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Are you trying to tell me something?” The silence offered no reply, only the vast, indifferent expanse of the Martian night. But as I stood there, staring out at the alien horizon, a new sensation began to stir within me. It wasn’t fear, not exactly. It was something akin to awe, a profound sense of wonder laced with a tremor of the unknown. I was alone on Mars, utterly and completely alone. But as the faint, almost imperceptible tremor pulsed through the ground beneath me, a new, unsettling thought began to form. What if I wasn’t?