An ancient city on Mars
No-one remembers why they came to the desert world. Not what they felt in their bones. Like the first Martians, their traces are dust; recycled skeletons and radiation and blood in the sand of a hard and desperate world.
But the people that lived here learned a great secret. Did they believe their suffering was worth it? I listen for their voices in the hollow wind. I hope one day they will speak to me.