A Transcendent Dream

Oh God, what’s happening?!!....(people were screaming loudly..)

The purple fog spreading all around was not the primary sign of the end, but rather it was the one that had everybody scrambling. I recall it well — the sky, which had once been a delicate blue color, had gone to a profound, practically unnatural shade of violet. The darkness was horrifying. It was like the night was unfurling into something new, and the Earth, our home for ages, was no longer the place we could live on.

People were screaming and running on the roads with panic. The air was thickening, heavier as time passes. The haze, that unusual, choking out purple mist was coming in from the skyline, gulping everything in its way.

There was no time and space to think, just to act.

Families stuffed briskly, grabbing up what they could — garments, fundamentals — yet even as we filled our water tanks and gathered belongings, there was a frightful acknowledgment. The Earth was presently not our home. The land we had sustained for a really long time, the air that had once been nurturing, had turned into an unfriendly outsider. The purple mist had caused significant damage.

"We are moving to Mars" final decision was made, some people were already on their way to the transport stations, while others were still frozen, too scared to move. There were those who could not bring themselves to leave, too attached to the Earth, to their homes. Some called them fools, others called them brave. But we had no choice.

"We need to leave," my dad said, his voice harsh with desperation, however his eyes discussed skepticism. He had consumed his whole time on earth working the dirt, watching the seasons turn. Also, presently, it was totally supportive of nothing. I couldn’t speak at all. Our planet? My heart raced, my mind a whirl of confusion.

Mars was our objective!

At the point when we at last boarded the van (probably a ship), the air was tense, accused of dread and vulnerability. My family and a couple of others sat together, gripping to anything that trust we might marshal. We had some water tanks, and other necessary stuffing along. The motors thundered to life, Yet, as the van broke liberated from Earth's climate, I could feel the draw of gravity decrease, and with it, any remaining connection to the planet we had once called home.

We were leaving Earth, and in its place, we would see as another home — or we hoped so...

Mars was not the lush paradise we had been promised in stories. It was dark, desolate, and silent. The red surface stretched endlessly before us, barren and unwelcoming. We had no map, no guide, just a vague promise of a habitable colony on the horizon with a broad sky over our heads!... As we disembarked, the air was thin, the temperature cold. The ground beneath our feet was rocky, and the vast emptiness of the Martian landscape stretched out, seeming to mock our fragile hopes.

The colony was minimal in excess, impermanent safe houses quickly collected.. A bed here, a table there, with the barest of basics. The gravity was more vulnerable than what we had known on The Earth, causing each development to feel as though we were strolling through a fantasy. A fantasy, or maybe a bad dream, as the truth of our new life started to get comfortable....Maybe!

We tracked down spots to rest under the far off Martian sky, the stars sparkling cold and unconcerned above us. The evenings were longer than we had at any point experienced on The planet Earth, and the days were just an unending stretch of quieted red light. There was a peculiar, choking out feeling of dread in the air — feeling of dread toward the obscure, and feeling of dread toward the existence we had abandoned...

In the strange silence of our new home, I couldn't resist to ponder 'was this genuinely endurance'? Or on the other hand would we say we were waiting for something that could never come? In the blurry dark of Mars, we slept, knowing nothing of what would unfurl tomorrow, but understanding, perhaps for the first time, that we were now the last remainders of an ending world........

" Askaa....wakeupp! are you still sleeping?".... its not the weekend..

"Oh was that a dream? reeeally"...(asking to myself)

"Good morning mom!"

(Huhhh these working days ...but wait! its better than my tonight's dream-- isn't it?)

My dear Earth!