The main character, Vincent, explores the depth of the outer regions of the solar system, while writing everything on his diary. Through space, his biggest passion, he'll become a new man. He doesn't have much to live for, except this mission and hi...
Nothing can compare to the greatness I was met with when travelling to Saturn; it's no wonder it has been categorized as the best looking planet of our solar system. A planet as peculiar as this, with its stunningly beautiful rings and likewise marvelous moons such as Titan could only take this spot so easily. It's truly one of the first times I remain speechless while facing something such as this.
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Within all these gasses, there lays no surface, so I guess my equipment will have to do once more. You may ask me what I find so striking about Saturn despite its flatness; maybe, it's the simplicity which disrupts with a touch of elegance given by the rings, or maybe it's the mesmerizing featureless colors that, in a way, fascinate the spectator; I wouldn't know which one to choose, or if I should choose both.
Here I stay, admiring the gas giant in all its magnificence from a distance, and here is where I wish to stay forever, until the dawn of time comes and we're all going to be doomed under the same fate. In silence and contemplation I appreciate and analyze every little detail of these plain and flat colors; the hexagonal blue pole is the only thing standing out among all of this hypnotizing dullness. Such a weird conformation could only happen on Saturn.
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Furthermore, this planet looks way more massive than Jupiter, although it's actually smaller; the rings make up for the difference in diameter. I'm sorry Jupiter, but they also make Saturn look way more elegant than you, but your colors are in my opinion better, so I wouldn't worry if I were you. Once again, the irony doesn't feel too obvious. I feel like I should specify I was joking.
Moving on, I forgot to mention that I'll be walking on its rings. I hope I won't injure myself while flying from rock to rock, whilst still enjoying the moment. If you look closely, there are massive ones like there are also tiny ones; these rocks can have pretty substantial changes in the diameter.
I feel light, almost as if I was a feather or a cold and soft breeze running through a winter's day, I also feel hollow as if nothing is willingly to stay in my body, not even my rationality and reasonings. All that my mind can think of right now is if I'll be able to make my jump to the next rock, again and again and again and again. Moments like this, where you dissociate completely from reality and begin to focus on superficialities, even if in an important moment, are useful to stress less about the world and everything which surrounds.
