Staggering in the Sun
Together, they pushed away from the capsule. Daniel half-supported the man, each step dragging in the loose sand. The sun beat down, but the air tasted freer than before.
Daniel looked back once. The white, battered shell loomed against the desert backdrop, silent now, like a relic from another time. It felt out of place, unsettling, and unforgettable.
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