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All I could remember was darkness. Complete and utter darkness. It was all I’d ever known. The deep blackness surrounding me was oddly comforting. I didn’t know if I was on solid ground or floating, but it felt as if I was staying still. Was I awake or asleep? I opened my eyelids but it was still dark. Where was I? Actually who was I? I didn’t know anything and I had no memory of anything before this darkness. I didn’t know how long it had been like that, could have been a few moments or a few years. Eventually I noticed a change in my strange little atmosphere. It felt as if I was falling. On and on, forever and ever. There was no end, I just knew I was falling. I don’t actually know how long my decent lasted, only the longer it went on the more speed I seemed to pick up. I could finally feel a change in the area around me, it was lighter but still darkness. It’s really hard to explain, but it was kind of like closing your eyes in front of a light. I kept my eyes shut in an attempt to keep out this weird change. That’s when I lost consciousness and I felt a huge amount of force push me around. I was no longer sitting still, but instead I was being jostled around all over in my dark little bubble. And then crash! It was over and I felt as if I had been hit by a very large boulder… or two very large boulders… and a mountain. I was unsure what to do now so I just continued to be as always in my little bubble. I was no longer moving and I had no idea what was going on so I slept… I think. I’m not sure how long I stayed like that but eventually I heard weird noises coming from outside my bubble. Wait, that was impossible, there was nothing but my bubble. It was my whole universe… right? I guess not. Then there was a lot of sounds and vibrations intruding on my serene bubble of dark and I was uncomfortable. I was starting to feel something I’ve never felt before. My whole body shook, my pulse grew rapid I didn’t like this new emotion. Then there was a crack in my bubble. Something bright and white pooled in. for the first time there wasn’t just blackness. There was light. It was the single handed most painful thing ever, I slammed my eyes closed as the white stuff burned. Burying myself under my… I think they were paws. Then the noises grew louder, and curiosity got the best of me. I slowly cracked opened my eyes. It hurt again, but not as bad. Eventually the pain died down and I dared to open them further. There were faces staring at me through the holes in my little bubble. I stared up at the creatures around me. They looked like me. I don’t know how I knew that, I’d never seen myself before. But somehow I knew I was like them. Only they didn’t seem to think so. They were looking at me like I was brand new, a completely unfamiliar creature, when I felt as if they were familiar.
One of them came closer and offered his paw. I stared at the thing wondering what he wanted me to do. He seemed to say something but I didn’t understand. Others continued to mumble their own noises at each other and the words felt vaguely familiar. The one with his paw out said something again. I looked at it curiously, then tentatively stuck my paw out to meet it. I noticed I had darker blackish grey fur. The other creature then grabbed my paw and dragged me out of my dark bubble and into the light. I fell at first, not knowing how to use these spindly things they called legs, but I learned by mimicking their movements and eventually stood up. Then the creatures started debating amongst themselves, so I listened to everything. I began to understand fragments of the words they spoke. They were mainly talking about me how we were the same species, Kalons, but they didn’t know what I was or how I got there, some wanted to experiment on me to find out. The grey kalon seemed to be arguing in my favor.
But one thing stood out to me. A lot were sad, angry, or worried. I looked around myself for the first time to see the ruins of a village, noticing that it was my dark bubble that had caused it. A chill ran down my spine. I had caused all this destruction. A knot started to form in the pit of my chest, a deep pain arose in my throat, and something wet slid down my cheeks. I started shuddering as more wet stuff fell from my eyes. What was this? I had never felt anything like this, I just wanted it to go away. How? I looked around me, searching for answers but as soon as my eyes met the devastation my bubble had made, I was racked with more sobs. The grey kalon who had extended his paw came over to me.
“It’s not your fault” he comforted. “You had no way of knowing, plus no one was hurt by your asteroid. The people here will be forgiving.”
I stared at him, I rather liked this kalon. He seemed to understand me. He was the first one to truly welcome me here.
“I’m guessing you don’t have a home so why don’t you come with me for the time being?”
Some other kalons began to protest, saying I should be in a lab somewhere locked away, but once again the grey kalon had objected to these ideas. Once everything had been settled and he had won his case the other kalons began to leave, finally giving up their resolve. The grey kalon turned to me.
“Come with me.” he motioned. I hesitantly followed him away from the ruins of my asteroid. It felt strange to leave the only thing I had ever known, but at the same time it felt strangely relieving to be free of the confining darkness that had held me. The outside world was very alluring. We passed rolling hills, majestic forests, and glimmering streams. Sometimes the grey Kalon would describe the things going on in a landscape, such as what animals lived there, how many waterways weaved around an area, where the best views were, and so much more. By the time we reached our destination I was overloaded with information of the world around me. In front of us lay a house at the edge of a small meadow.
“Welcome to my humble abode, it’s not much but its home.” I looked up at the grey Kalon. He was smiling warmly at the cabin in front of us. He gazed down at me. “Well what are we waiting for, let’s get you settled!” he proceeded to show me the inside of his home. It was a pleasant home with lots of cozy furniture and warm fireplaces. He showed me an extra room where I would be sleeping. Then we went to the kitchen area of the house and he made us some food. When he set the plate in front of me I didn’t know what to do with it. I watched as he picked up his sandwich and took a bite… so I tried the same thing. It was amazing! There was this delicious burst of flavor on my tongue that I couldn’t quite understand and I figured out I actually had to chew before swallowing. I quickly wolfed down the rest, I hadn’t realized I was even hungry until then.
The grey Kalon chuckled.
“I forgot to ask, what is your name?” I stared at him in confusion. What did it mean? He said it again. Then smiled. He pointed at himself and said
“My name is Everest” then pointed at me. “What do you call yourself? What is your name?”
My name? I didn’t know I had to have a name. I shook my head not knowing how I should respond.
“Oh, you don’t have a name?” the shocked kalon responded. “Well you know what, I’ll give you a name. I think I’ll call you…. Pandora! You know like the legend about Pandora’s box?” I don’t know what he was expecting but the only answer he got was my blank stare.
“Oh, of course never mind. Pandora’s Box symbolizes anything that is best left untouched, for fear of what might come out of it. Kind of like your asteroid and how you came out of. You’re best left untouched.” He smiled. “I’ll make sure they don’t experiment on you or anything just because of your strange origins, Pandora.” Pandora. It sounded really nice when he said it. I liked it.
Throughout the day the grey kal- I mean Everest continued to refer to me as Pandora and I found myself growing more and more comfortable in the snug little home of his. I was in awe as I noticed a change with the sky outside the window. It was slowly changing from blue to an assortment of bright colors.
“E..ver..est” I struggled to get his attention trying to mimic the way he said his name. He turned to look at me in shock. That was the first thing I had ever said, he then saw that I was captivated by the light coming from outside.
“Oh, It’s called a sunset, It happens every day at this time. It’s sort of like the transition from day to night. Come on you can see it better outside” He walked me outside to the front porch.
“Sun..set” the word felt weird on my tongue. In my entire time here this was by far the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The angelical way the warm pinks, purples, and oranges danced across the horizon mesmerized me. Standing here now with the beautiful light slowly falling back beyond the trees and giving way to the dark night sky full of twinkling stars felt like home. This place felt so familiar, it was almost as if this was where I was from, or meant to be. It felt so right. Deep down I knew this planet was my home, but I didn’t understand how. How could it be, I fell from the sky! Everyone keeps telling me I’m not from here, that I must have come from very far away. But deep down I could feel that I’m a part of this world as much as anyone else who lives here and it’s my home too.


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It's always been blue.
Space isn't black. Black is a harsh color, it rings in Synesthesia's ears like a cicada's buzz, distressing her and filling her with worries.
She doesn't like black. There isn't an escape from that awful word, that word that makes her lonely and scared. All Synesthesia can think about is black. Black minds, black souls, black space. Black surrounds her and holds her captive, and yet the beautiful star-filled sky is the color black.
That's why Synesthesia made space blue.
Blue is free. Blue is the taste of sugar, of sweetness and that ever so slightly intangible feeling of freedom, the feeling she always wanted.
Today was blue. Sunday is a clear, pure blue, the day when Synesthesia is no longer restricted, when she can brush that tiny strand of freedom with her fingertips, though not anything more than that for fear it may break and never mend
Today was a vibrant blue, one that could not be broken. Hope laid within those colors. Today was truly free, truly sweet, almost too sugar-coated to be real.
Synesthesia was free today. Last week was black, a sickening dark black, but everything bad can lead to good. This day was the light shining through the clouds, casting new hope on her. Hope that she would make it out alive, even though she was still surrounded by darkness. Truly, the asteroid was dark, and cold, and utterly, disturbingly black. She could no longer see the comforting tones of space, but she was free, and that was enough for her to see the blues that lay underneath all those coats of darkness.
Then the colours clashed. Synesthesia’s mind spun, her thoughts blurring and her tunnel vision closing in. Her head seemed to be empty, but thoughts jumbled around there, not able to be comprehended by the confused kalon. Colors weaved through her mind, filling up the space and leaving no room for real thoughts.
Then it was over. The blackness took a hold of Synesthesia and washed her with loneliness, sweeping away that cyan hope that seemed indestructible. The confusion was over. Synesthesia's mind was empty now, even of the colours she experienced.
All the while, the asteroid sped towards that brilliant blue planet.
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A figure was hunched over, shaking ever so slightly, tears dripping onto glossy fur. A son, devastated, filled with rage and crushed by sorrow. He could hardly stand, but he did, he stood on his feet while the sobs racked his broken and beaten body. He was blind to the pain of his torn muscles and broken bones, the only thing he could feel was the white hot pain of grief. The asteroid had killed the ones he loved, but the kingdom turned a blind eye. His name, Xaverius, meant nothing. He was but a peasant, he had no worth in this society.
The kalon wiped the tears away from his face with a bitter smile. His family would not want him to sob over their death, they would want him to miss them with all his heart but remain strong. So he would.
Xaverius lifted his head at the gentle touch on his shoulder. His eyes came to rest on an aged kalon, who wore a pitiful smile.
“It must be hard for you…” The elder whispered, her voice barely audible.
Xaverius suddenly teared up. He buried his face in the other kalon’s fur, crying once more.
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Synesthesia could feel it around her. She could feel the fabled blue sky in her bones, yet her eyes deceived her. All she saw was black, the same cold black. Her ears had become used to the buzz that played constantly, never a single break, not within this ugly charcoal-coloured rock.
Today the sugary blue would open itself up to her, if only an inch. Maybe the taste would be sickening, but if she could have anything, anything at all, it would be worth it.
Synesthesia was asleep again when it happened. A loud gasp woke her, and what she saw in that moment was blue. The clearest blue she had seen, purer than even space, and yet it hurt her eyes.
Reality hit her suddenly. Something was off, very off. Synesthesia wasn’t even supposed to be on a planet, much less one with life on it.
Then the voices came. Shouting, all around her, so sudden that it made her dizzy. Each new voice blurred her vision more, colours clashing before her eyes. She panicked, fearful of what was around her, which only seemed to make the voices louder.
Synesthesia stumbled, trying to get onto her feet. Some sort of force was preventing her from standing, pushing her down to the freezing cold rock below her. Involuntarily, she let out a shrill cry as a sharp pain went through her leg. It started to spread throughout the rest of her body, making her numb. Then, the world went black once more.
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Sometimes Synesthesia missed Saturn. Memories were a blur, but every now and then she could find something of worth wrapped around all the tones that her mind withheld. It was those colors that she found, colors upon colors. Synesthesia would never give up the hues she experienced, not even to her own lost, wandering brain.
She woke up that day with a thought.
Today will be grey
Grey is not a dull color, not as it appears to the eyes. Grey is the smell of spices. Rich, alluring spices that draw Synesthesia in. She quite liked grey, so perhaps today would be a good one.
As long as the shades did not get too dark, for then the day would be black, and she would be alone.
A small thought came to her in that moment:
Am I alone right now?
I suppose I will find out.
Synesthesia opened her eyes.
She was not certainly not alone. She could feel a pair of eyes glaring daggers at her back. hesitantly, she turned around to face them. Standing before was, what she thought at first, a monster. It started making incomprehensible sounds once it saw her, which Synesthesia found rather amusing. She held back a giggle, continuing to observe the monster with an almost-straight face.
That’s when she realized it was not a monster at all. The creature was indeed a kalon, her very own species.
Why were there kalons here? As far as Synesthesia knew, Kalons were only found on Saturn.
A more important question; why was she even here in the first place?
Everything was blurry. She could barely make out the red-walled room around her, yet the kalon in front of her was clear as day.
Speaking of, it was trying to give her a foul-smelling clear liquid. Reluctantly, Synesthesia drank it, knowing somewhere in her mind that the kalon had good intentions.
The liquid lulled her into sleep. She tried to fight it, but the battle was short-lived. It won, it always did.
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Synesthesia woke up to pitch black, panicking immediately. The buzzing came quickly after, and she jumped to her feet despite still being under the influence of the sleep-inducing potion. She stumbled, the gravity being different from what she was used to. Trying to find any source of light, Synesthesia knocked several things over. Wherever she turned, the darkness seemed to rise up and make a wall in front of her.
Finally she caught sight of a candle up ahead. Without thinking, she ran towards it in relief, crashing right into the one who held it. Paws reached out to her shoulders to steady her, and unfamiliar words were spoken at her. Synesthesia turned her face towards the gentle flames of the candle, and the off-white wax dripping onto the platter.
“Xaverius.” The word was spoken clearly to her, and it instantly struck her as grey. A strange, grey word.
The kalon repeated it. Was it important? Did this kalon think it was her name? That wasn’t true at all, her name was definetely Synesthesia.
Again. That word. The kalon looked at her meaningfully, then seemed to give up. It left with the candle, and, afraid the darkness would trap her like it did moments ago, Synesthesia followed.
Laughing, he let her come. She found comfort in the strange kalon’s presence, and though the horrible ringing from seeing all the blackness around her was still there, she wasn’t totally alone this time.
Looking back on that word he had spoken to her, she wondered if it could be his name? Xaverius. A name. It was strange to say even in her thoughts, but there wasn’t anything else she could call him.
Synesthesia had a feeling they would get along. Even if she could never understand Xaverius, she admired him in a way. And she would for a long time.
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Saying Xaverius hated Synesthesia was an understatement.
He despised her very existence, every part of her, he hated her to the core.
She practically killed his family, who could blame him? Besides, she was an alien, Xaverius could never know what she would do next.
Synesthesia was a lunatic, that’s what he concluded after only a few nights.
On the third night, the near-monthly northern lights appeared. Xaverius wanted to stay in the cozy and small temporary house, but Synesthesia had to be looked after as she ran outside.
To say the least, she was awed by the lights. They danced above the lake, reflecting off of the kalon’s wide eyes. She was captivated; her thoughts halted. Synesthesia knew the reality in her mind had appeared before her eyes. Space was blue; She could barely process it. How could this place be so devastating, yet so amazing? It held more emotions, more colors, than she ever thought she would experience. Even this, the beautiful flickering lights before her eyes, would be just the tip of the iceberg.
Xaverius would look on, draped in a blanket and shivering just slightly. There was a sort of beauty in Synesthesia as she stared at the sky. That of a mysterious goddess, an unearthly gem. She was a treasure in this lighting, and he wondered what could be going through her mind. In that moment, a tiny ember of admiration for Synesthesia sparked in Xaverius.
Though still a lunatic, maybe she was more than just an alien.



128 days later.

The second asteroid had come.
Synesthesia was blind to the colours.
She still heard the black cicada’s buzz, she still tasted the sugary sweetness of blue, she still knew his name was grey.
But that’s all it was. A name.
Xaverius dies in the second asteroid crash.
Fate, one might say.
Synesthesia remembered his last words clearly, as if he were right there next to her.
He whispered in her ear,
“I don’t believe in goodbye. Because when you say goodbye, that makes it final.”
They would meet again.
When that day came, the sky would be blue.

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It was much the same as falling, the charcoal kalon noticed. The same sensation of panic and wonder, at least, and thankfully without the headache that came from crashing. He was accepted into the society of the village almost instantly- everyone curious, everyone hesitant, but kind nonetheless. Perhaps this time, he had thought, he wouldn't crash.

Language, or at least the new language he was suddenly engulfed, swarmed, surrounded by, was a difficult concept for him to grasp. It took time for him to learn simple words and for him to understand simple phrases, but he could not manage to recreate the sounds himself. His speech was always frightful, wavering, as if his voice box was afraid of its new challenge. He just couldn't make the sounds right - so he often made no sound at all. This did not detain his curiosity of his new surroundings, however - rather the contrary, as he figured if he could not learn to speak the language, he'd grasp every other bit of knowledge from this new world instead. For a few months, this was his life - exploring and gathering, learning and listening.

The village called him Etiam, which he learned sometime during his later months in the village. He wasn't there for long after, but the name, and the concept thereof, stuck with him. He felt it was his physical being on Earth. "Etiam!" they'd say, and bow to him, "The asteroid!"

He left the village in late December. The villagers were getting rather antsy- they wanted him to speak of his planet. They wanted him to bless them as his people and to save them from the unknown. He could do none of that. His planet was no longer part of him - he has fallen. No longer is he in the right to discuss his planet, as it is no longer his.

Curiosity lead him to the busy streets of a bustling city. The bright, dazzling lights had reminded him of falling, also, and of home. He wanted to see Earth's fire - Earth's light show beyond the already wonderful terrain.
The city was much different than his village. Loud, loud, loud - Etiam spent the first few days cowering in alleyways and hiding behind anything he could at any sudden noise. It was all so new- the sights, smells, sounds- he wasn't sure how to handle all of it. He'd watch the other kalons for what seemed like hours. He'd learn to identify emotion in a situation, he'd learn how to convey that emotion into body language. Here, among the anger and loud noises and bright lights and hotdog venders, is where Etiam learned to feel.

The rush of the city was too fast for the poor charcoal asteroid, he spend many cold nights regrouping his thoughts and doodling the sights of the day in the snow beneath a tree at a local park. A kind old woman offered him a blanket his first sleepless night under the tree, and Etiam learned the earth-shattering phenomenon of a smile.

This was all years ago, in which time he learned the heavy hand of cruelty, the pain of tears, the loving touch of patience, the soft fingers of friendship, the close comfort of warmth, the needed thirst for healing, and the open door of the rest of the world. In those years, Etiam learned Earth.

And he's still learning.

Even now, even as he laughs along with his roommates and watches the 19th bad alien movie in a row, even after learning not only language, but the wonder of writing and the fullness of words, even after being dubbed "E.T" as a clever pun on both his name and his extraterrestrial tendencies, even after watching his friends try to lie to newcomers, telling them that he's an exchange student from some foreign land to make up for his still-odd behaviors, Etiam has much to learn...

and he can hardly wait.

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kalons used are modet and bacilli, owned by the chillest ppl on saturn earth : benjamin. and raywood