October 14, light rain
What a terrible piece of good news: a sandstorm was coming. I'd managed to escape it by taking shelter in a museum, but my oxygen tank had been punctured. I had to make it back to the spaceship before all the oxygen leaked out.
I raced toward the spaceship, every second precious, while contacting the Corpse King to come and meet me. I never saw the ship before I blacked out.
I woke up ten days later. According to the will of the zombie planet, the Blazing Corpse King had carried me back to the spaceship. I really had to thank her.
I'd originally wanted to keep exploring the museum, but the planetary will and the Corpse Kings were all unwilling to let me leave the spaceship again, afraid I'd run into similar danger.
They were right. I couldn't keep risking my life out of curiosity.
(A simple sketch of the female immortal depicted in the mural)
I was very interested in the immortal depicted in the mural. She looked like a woman. Had this immortal really existed, or was she a beautiful fantasy the ancients of this planet had dreamed up to explain the unknown—a gentle, warmhearted female immortal, as tender as water?
Sadly, too much time had passed. No one could give me an answer anymore.
I asked the two planetary wills about the immortals. They both shook their heads and said they didn't know.
According to them, they had come into being long after the immortals disappeared, so they had never seen one with their own eyes. Still, based on the legends of immortals on Blue Star, Blue Star's planetary will believed they were real.
The other things stored in the museum were all in ruins, but I could still tell that their