begin your journey
transit
Between worlds, there is only silence. The stars do not move. Time stretches across the void, measured not in hours but in the distance between everything you knew and everything you hope to find.
Two hundred and twenty-five million kilometers of nothing. In this emptiness, you discover what you truly carried with you -- not cargo, not data, but the memory of blue skies and the courage to seek red ones.
approach
The first color is rust. Then amber. Then a deep, ancient red that has waited four billion years for visitors. Mars does not welcome -- it simply endures, and invites you to do the same.
colony
Under the dome, the air tastes of recycled hope. Gardens grow in Martian soil mixed with Earth memories. Children born here will know two skies -- the one above the dome, rust and thin, and the one projected on dome walls at night: deep blue, full of stars they may never visit.
This is not the end of the quest. It is the first settlement of many. From here, the outer planets call.