Created and Composed by The Enchantress of October 13
My feet pound against the dusty red ground. I feel my breath hit my face as it ricochets from my helmet. I'm tempted to take it off.
What would happen if I did? I've heard the myths, of course..... I'm so wrapped up in my thoughts I don't notice the large crater in front of me.
My space boot hits the brim and I trip, my face slamming into the hard powdery ground. In a moment, my helmet is off.
I watch it fly through the air with my mouth wide open and my body crumpled against the crater floor. Ouch. I'm winded, and worse of all, my helmet is 2 metres away.
I have no expectations as I began to breathe for the first time, completely unsupported.
Why am I not dying? I'm confused; all my life I have been taught to never take my helmet off. But....why? I can breathe perfectly well without it.
Everything slowly focuses, like I've been only looking at a blurred version of Europthia before now. But - why have the government been lying to us?