In 3221, twelve-year-old Anaya Collins awakened from cryogenic sleep.
She gently lifted the sealed cover of the cryogenic chamber and sat up straight.
Stretching comfortably, she put on her form-fitting bio-armor and stepped out of the cabin.
Far ahead was a massive planet, slowly revolving around a red giant star.
The highly radioactive nebula followed the planet's rotation outside its surface, forming a spiral-shaped vortex.
The mountain ranges on the planet's surface were interwoven and layered.
Under the faint sulfur atmosphere, the iron-red sea churned with distinctive hedgehog-shaped magnetic fluid waves.
Anaya smiled. This was the place. She was in the right place.
