As time passed, I became more aware of her story; her voyage since the previous winter had brought her to realizations about herself as she learned more about the world she was arriving in.
According to what I recall, she stacked herself on top of the moon's highest peak with the largest boulders she could carry, which, to my knowledge, was Mons Huygens, which was more than half the height of Mount Everest, the highest point known to man, and even then, no one dared to climb up the mountain! One can only imagine how difficult it was for her to depart such a desolate landscape.
Since gravity on her planet is lighter than it is here (according to her, at least), she got off smoothly into orbit, floating away to the abysmal outer space, dark, vacuum, and full of nothingness.
The coldness in space felt like a chipmunk going under hibernation during a winter season, or a chick inside the shell, waiting for it to be hatched, she felt that way, alone, and much sadder than in her home.
As she slowly drifted away, she saw the sun plenty of times, sunrise after sunset, rotation after the revolution, over her journey through the hundreds of thousands of miles across, she saw the moon orbited around the Earth well over three times, that's roughly 81 Earth days in our time.
"Farewell! I'll see you once I get back," she mentioned the moon as it had revolved to the other side of the planet, feeling melancholic.
She felt as if she was the loneliest out there, though the quiet has granted her the most peace she ever had, sailing, lost in space.
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