Your eyes tell a story. Hmmm! Is that true.
I have one eye! So I decided to visit planet Earth. What does it offer that I do not have? I have one eye, but it contains subunits called eyes. I came from Arakiyet planet—beautiful and filled with plutonium.
Earth hit different. It tugged at something in me. Maybe it’s your storms, or your stubborn skies. Maybe it’s the way your people hold hope like it’s the last match in a snowstorm. Either way, I didn’t just stumble here—I was sent. I came looking for something hidden: plutonium. Not just any kind, but the kind humming with enough power to light up a dying star.
Truth is, I wanted to play it cool, come in and out without so much as leaving a footprint. But you’ve made it clear: no easy path here. If push comes to shove, I’ll do what needs to be done. I didn’t cross the void of space to go home empty-handed.
Still, make no mistake—I didn’t come to rain down fire. I'm no villain. I came with open hands, not clenched fists. But if the door stays locked, don’t be surprised if I pick the lock. I’m just trying to make it through, same as anyone else—just on a much longer road.
In the end, I guess I’m just another traveler with a story carved into his bones, trying to find meaning on a planet that, against all odds, feels like it could almost be… home.
Process:
Thanks for visiting!