Strawberry Saturn

It's my turn.
Burn lovey, burn.

In this universe, nobody knows anyone's identity. Nobody has names, nobody has faces, or voices. Only personalities. From an outside perspective, these people are seen, and heard. But to each other, they are just people. Love is found, and love is lost, all through who you are. How you act. How you care. Like 1 billion hearts floating on a planet, communicating through frequency, communicating through beats. Only 5 years ago, the earth was in grave danger. Luckily, the scientists of the present day were very talented and ahead of their time. Using up every single ounce of nonrenewable resources within the earth's layers, they were able to send the entire population of the world in individual space pods. The gigantic canyons through which the materials were collected were the end of the road for many. Some spaces were meant to remain as hills and dales as opposed to huge pools of lava, earth's swelling core. However they too simply crumbled. Upon reaching their new home planet, Venus, a glimmering soul emerges. She sparkled in her sadness, but she was happy to be home. She missed her one true love, her one true love who loved who she was, but hated her for her identity. Upon completion of the trip humans lost the ability to recognize faces and voices due to minor defecation of the hippocampus. Not everyone's home planet was venus, but her's was. She was at home here. After reuniting with her love, whom she does not know is he, he confesses to her that he is not happy here, and wants to find his home planet, saturn.