Clouds On Io

Departure - 'On path to the sulfuric sphere, many years until we arrive; what will be left Behind?' Removal from the orb of life, guided by undiscovered interests; lose track of Time

Journey - Forced into cryosleep, sailing through the strings of matter; 'It will be alright.'

Approach - 'Maybe not? Too close for regret.' Jupiter's satellite is discernable, awakening Will commence. Pulled into orbit

Entry - 'Concentrated heat forms around the bio-capsule, we're burning up. To make it Down we must resist, we must commit, to save our lives.'

Plumes of orange, face acid torn, cavernous depths, uncharted gloom. These horrid Lands; 'Why did we come here?' Desire of the elemental profit. Human lives? They're Disposal

Farm the banks of putrid rocks; 'It's our decision, now get to work.' Safety remains as the Ground grows nearer. Intense? Sure, but hope is so much clearer. 'Hold on.'