R.R.'s Story

R.R.'s boots crunch against hard snow as he walks towards the edge of the forest. He can't feel his fingers, with a crown that holds his answers gross colder at every step. The Jaljadugar all look the same but speak in different clicks. Their bodies rush toward him like an Olympian racers and stop inches away from his face. They look at him expectantly as if he will deliver to them a sermon. At this moment, R.R. is a prophet, ruined face, battered body, gasping for air on an alien planet,. On the mercy of a ganymedian device that allows him to breathe and survive underwater. I'll tell you