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2023.4.1—2023.5.14
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前言 Introduction：
他一路从山谷中走来，步伐中能明显看到疲惫。
“无所谓。”他自言自语道。
史蒂夫可能已经隐隐约约地意识到了，自己的身体早已对这个锤炼多年的思乡动作产生了肌肉记忆。他思索着，双腿穿行在干枯的灌木丛当中。
没有人知道为什么在这样寂寥贫瘠的土壤上居然曾经能生长出地球最引以为傲的植物，植物们自己大概率也不知道。在这里，一天的时间是24小时37分钟，一年有669天。从那一刻到现在静观了这么久，他相信的是他不一定是这宇宙中仅存的智慧生命体，但是人类文明是否还坐落在那，他也并不敢断言。
悬崖边，整片大地还在挣扎着苏醒，被灰尘笼罩的红色土壤像是张着一块块长期腐烂后的血斑。天空上的其中一颗月亮正以肉眼可见的速度公转，而远方的星星也同时在向史蒂夫抛去今夜最后的秋波。
他缓缓拿起腰间的号角，吹响了火星春天的第一声信号。但可惜没人能听见。
“又来了，米氏散射。”
太阳还是会照常升起，这一点还是比较令人感到舒适的；只是除了它有时候是蓝色的。
He walked all the way from the valley, and exhaustion could be clearly seen in his pace.
"Nothing matters." He muttered to himself.
Steve may have been vaguely aware that his body had developed muscle memory for this nostalgia which he have practiced for years. He is pondering, with his legs threading through the dried bushes.
No one knows why plants, the pride of the earth, could ever grow on such silent, infertile soil, and odds are the plants themselves had no idea. Here, the length of a day is 24 hours and 37 minutes, and there are 669 days in a year. After contemplating for so long from that moment to now, what he believes is that he is not necessarily the only intelligent life form left in this universe. However, whether human civilization is still situated there, he does not dare to assert.
At the edge of the cliff, the whole land is still struggling to wake up, the red soil shrouded in the haze seems like pieces of blood stains after a long period of decay. One of the moons in the sky is flying at a speed visible to the eyes, while the stars in the distance are also casting their last glances at Steve for tonight.
He slowly picked up the horn at his waist and blew out the first signal of the Martian spring. But unfortunately, no one could hear it.
"Here we go again, Mie scattering."
The sun still rises as usual, which is somehow rather comforting; only except that it is blue at times.
