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the boundless curve of light kissing glass, the horizon line stretched as far as the eye can see, bowing away from the edge of light where atmosphere met space, the bluest of blues reflected in the three-fourths of an inch of glass that separated him from the unforgiving void. here, the unfettered sun blazed, burning away even the thoughts of a shadow. there was no sound but the rasp of his own breath, the pulse of his blood in his chest. it was terrific. terrifying. the awe never faded with each trip; he glanced down again at the planet’s surface, lingering, wondering, and a giddy dizziness washed over him, a sensation of the surface coming up to swallow him whole, to cradle him between vast arms of mountains and churning seas. here, at the edge where gravity’s grasp fell away, at the cusp of an endless void of air, he looked into the wild blue yonder. he breathed in, held; he breathed out. he was going home.

LOG_044_CRASH_SITE

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Early Monday afternoon saw a vessel of unknown origin crash-landing in the fields just west of District 7. One resident (who wishes to remain anonymous) managed to capture the moments right after the crash as smoke billowed from the wreckage. No agency or nation has yet laid claim to the titanic craft; some speculate that it is an experimental military spaceship, some extravagant film stunt, or even, however implausible, a ship of extraterrestrial origin. Stay tuned: we will keep you updated as new developments come to light.

LOG_043_SALT_FLATS

Sunset over the salt flats of HKC 2901 c coinciding with the rise of its sister planet over the southern mountain ranges. Much of the land is barren on 2901c, sparsely broken by jagged peaks and scrub lands, but the desolation belies a bounty of natural resources. Here, a cargo maglev races across the mirror-like surface, chasing the last glimmer of light.

LOG_041_EXPLORATION

These small, gull-winged craft, once designated as strike bombers, found new life as exploration and research vehicles in the wilderness of 234.4a.c. Their extensible payload capacities–owing to the large available volume under their wings–were ideal for long expeditions where pilots often had to be largely self-sufficient in remote regions. This particular craft sports the matte green and yellow livery and insignia of the Concord Corps of Exploration.

LOG_040_TEMPLE

Despite pouring countless hours over every photo, drawing, and recounting of the ancient structure, even the most accurate of those facsimiles paled in comparison to the real thing when Dr. Tareste first laid eyes upon it: a moon-blue dagger of a tower rising out of the undergrowth, flanked by a pair of eroded statues, almost luminescent in what watery light filtered through the verdant canopy.

The better part of xir academic career had been dedicated to the study of these sites–the remnants of an obscure culture, the bones of another people, of xir people–and now xe stood within hiking distance of this one. All those dreams of reaching out and touching the same walls that xir ancestors might have once touched, standing where they might have once stood… The thought inspired a burst of energy, and the doctor walked on with renewed determination.

LOG_039_HUIJ

Above: the beginnings of a village established on KHEPRI-1c. Though most of the planet’s population were transient researchers, some found their calling among the icy peaks and igneous valleys and sought to become permanent residents. Powered by geothermal activity beneath the crust, their massive radar tower was the main source of communication with the outside world, and it expanded into one of the biggest outposts on the planet. However, less than a decade later, misfortune struck: a major earthquake followed by a particularly harsh storm wiped out most of its population, and the remaining survivors elected to abandon the crumbling town to the mercies of 1c’s eternal winter.