Hello, Hello

Two figures meet beneath the orange stillness of a foreign sky. Between them, a fragile dome hums with green life :proof that even on a barren world, tenderness insists on returning. The astronaut outside stands motionless, as if listening to a memory; the one within the glass replies not with words, but with color, light, and the quiet pulse of growth. It is not a greeting of conquest, but of recognition : a moment when existence says simply I see you. Mars glows around them like a dream half-remembered, red dust turning to gold in the low sun. And I am moved by this encounter, by the way science and soul intertwine, by how a single “hello” can feel like the first heartbeat of another world. Have a very nice day, Sibut !