My nights of Mars are the only thing keeping me sane.
I feel like I'm on a different planet, isolated from the rest of humanity. The harsh, uninviting environment of Mars is a mirror for my own life, and the solitude it represents is both comforting and suffocating.
It's like being stranded on a different planet, surrounded by an uninviting environment. The barren landscape mirrors the emptiness within me. The darkness that surrounds me can be suffocating. I feel like I'm drowning in it, like there's no escape. But even in the depths of my despair, there's a strange beauty to the solitude. It's like I'm the only person left in the universe, and there's a certain peace in that.
I picture the ...