Damons Expression in English

Poetry is the voice of words in a free fall. The language, used by the poet, is most from the heard and never spoken before.*** Damon

Saturday, September 19, 2026

🚀Approach to Planet One






 ðŸš€ Episode One: 


Our ship broke through the dark, entering the orbit of an uncharted world. Below us, the planet was a swirling ball of neon violet gas and shifting shadows.

"Prepare the long-range sensors," the Captain commanded, staring through the thick glass of the cockpit. "We need to know what lies beneath."
The crew worked with intense velocity. Computing and screening as if it were their only task, screens flashed with data streams as the ship descended. Suddenly, the radar picked up something impossible: a massive, structured signal broadcasting from the planet's deepest ground. It hung like a shroud suddenly suspended in the air. Was it others from beneath? It wasn't an echo, for sure, and it was nothing like the voice speaking to us now. It was a rhythmic pulse—a fantasy relevant to every single one of us. We weren't just discovering a planet. Someone—or something—was already down there, waiting for our arrival.
Suddenly, a sword of darkness approached ahead, just like a sharp arrow piercing each of our minds. A massive, pitch-black shadow sliced right through the glowing colors of our minds and the clouds, blocking our path. What was this shuddering brightness as the dark loomingly pulled back? On the bridge, no one could believe what they saw.
As the shadow wrapped around the hull, the ship's main monitors went completely blank, replaced by a strange, echoing Voice: "You see what you wish to see, free of charge."
Instantly, the crew began to fantasize their deepest wishes, so that each saw their greatest desires and worst fears manifesting right inside the cockpit. Through the panic, the first officer stumbled forward, staring at the central console.
"Captain," he gasped, his voice trembling. "Yes, number one?, was the answer"

By Damon





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