Future Life on Mars

The red horizon hums with the promise of beginnings. Two explorers stand amid the rusted silence, their machines gleaming like fragments of an unborn civilization. The air is thin, the wind carries no scent, yet something in this emptiness feels alive : as if Mars itself were listening. The ground beneath their feet remembers no footsteps; every trace they leave becomes scripture. The vehicles, angular and luminous, seem less like tools than companions : patient beasts awaiting the next breath of discovery. Beyond the dunes, the universe stretches in infinite patience, a vast red hush where dreams dare to take form. And I am moved by this vision of solitude and courage, by the quiet audacity of believing that life can bloom even on a planet of dust. Have a very nice day, Milos Vojvodic !