Chris Enix

The Red Sun Sets on Kepler 186f

Yuri looked out across the empty valley below her, dark and vast, aimlessly fingering at the locket about her neck. To her left, east, the red sun hung low, not quite dropping behind the mountaintops. To her west, twilight danced, alive with green and purple ghost-lights dipping low from northern skies. Home wasn’t that far but still, darkness meant danger on Kepler 186f, Sunset lasted for literal hours here, but even a few minutes of night meant trouble. She turned back to the rubble and reloaded her wagon for the hike back home.