New Earth seems to be a dream. Popculture visions of planets combine with Earth and Mars landscapes.
Information from another planet. Phothos. Decriptions of the place, date and martian time.
As true conquerors we have given the names to new lands.
The deserts which have never been touched by a living human.
A land with no shelter. Machines keeping us alive, but only for a while. Silent memories of green, balming burnt eyes.
New Earth with new nomads fighting for it. Buried kirks, new faith has come. Ashes underfeet, Ashes are fertile.
It’s how it must be. We were fetched here. I am scared. Cause I know mum’s gonna leave the front door.