October 3, sandstorm
Our luck was terrible. We hadn't escaped the meteor shower, and the ship's navigation compass had been smashed.
Thankfully, this living ship had the ability to repair itself. It just healed very slowly, and couldn't fly while it did, so we had no choice but to make an emergency landing on a planet.
There seemed to have been signs of life on this planet. We could see some artificial structures, but judging by their level of construction, the inhabitants hadn't even reached the Industrial Revolution. And if there had been life here, it must have been a very long time ago.
The planet was barren, its ozone layer destroyed, with huge temperature swings between day and night. Nothing could possibly live in such an environment.
I had no idea whether this planet had been barren for thousands of years or tens of thousands.
After the zombie planet's will arrived here, its mood grew noticeably gloomier. Only after I pressed it did I learn that it had been here before. The Zhutian civilization had set its sights on this planet, too. It had tried to save the planet, but the technological gap was too great. The life here had been utterly helpless, and in the end, the entire planet had been wiped out.
I couldn't help but sigh. If Blue Star hadn't withstood the Zhutian civilization's attack, it would probably have met the same fate as this planet.
I put on a protective suit and wandered through the ruins, as if I'd become part of this planet and returned to its heyday.
In a place that seemed like a museum, I found a mural. It had long since faded, and its writing was impossible to make out. The zombie planet's will told me that the mural depicted an