Well, lemme tell ya 'bout somethin' that happened out in the back o' beyond, out on this here rock most folks wouldn’t give a hill o’ beans about. Nothin' much to see there, they all say—just rocks and craters, maybe the occasional meteor shower if yer lucky. But me? I found somethin' out there I ain't never gonna forget.
It all started 'bout three weeks back. I was out checkin' on some old claim sites, hopin’ maybe there was somethin' worth diggin' up. Had the Drake Cutter, and I was trundlin' ‘round, mindin' my own business, not expectin' nothin’ but dust and empty. It was a quiet, cold day on that rock, as usual. But then, as I was cruisin' along the ridge of some crater, I noticed this strange glimmer, like a soft glow way down at the bottom. At first, I thought it was some kinda space junk, maybe a busted beacon or a miner’s lamp some poor soul left behind.
Curiosity got the better o’ me, so I eased the ship down into that crater, careful-like. As I got closer, I saw there was a narrow crevice at the bottom, like a crack in the surface that opened up just wide enough for a fella to slide through if he was brave—or dumb—enough. Bein' a bit o’ both, I grabbed my lantern and squeezed myself down through that crack, hopin' I wouldn’t get stuck. And, boy, am I glad I did.
When I got to the other side, I found myself standin' in front of the most amazin' thing I ever laid eyes on. It was a canyon, deep and narrow, but stretchin' on for miles. And the whole place was glowin' like a carnival back home. I ain’t lyin'—there were plants all over, big ol' stalks and leaves in colors I couldn’t even name if I tried. Neon greens, blues, pinks, and purples—looked like they were pulled straight outta some painter’s fever dream. And it weren’t just the plants, neither. There were critters flittin’ ‘round, all strange and shimmery, like they’d been dusted with stardust.
I remember just standin' there, mouth hangin’ open like a fool. I'd never seen anythin' like it. You wouldn’t expect a place like that to be tucked away on a dead rock like this. But there it was, thrivin' and glowin', lookin' like it had been there for centuries, completely untouched by human hands.
I stepped in real slow, tryin' not to disturb nothin’. Every step, I saw somethin' new. There were these big ol’ mushrooms, tall as my chest, with caps that glowed a faint orange. And I kid you not, as I brushed past 'em, they let out a soft, kinda musical hum, like they were talkin' to each other. Then, down by the water—which, yeah, there was a little creek runnin’ through the bottom o' the canyon—there were these little critters, kinda like frogs, but with these wings that shimmered like glass. They'd hop 'n float from one side to the other, leavin’ these little trails o' light behind 'em.
One of the strangest things I saw was this tree, taller than most o' the stuff there, with long, wavy branches. And from those branches hung these little pods that looked like they'd been dipped in molten silver. They caught the light from the glowin' plants and shimmered like stars. And wouldn’t ya know it, every now and then, one of them pods would crack open, and this little puff of silvery dust would float out, driftin’ through the canyon like a soft, glittery mist.
There was somethin' else, too, movin' in the shadows on the far side of the canyon. I never got a real good look at it, but it was big, whatever it was. Bigger'n me, bigger'n my Cutter even. I saw its eyes, though, just for a moment—these big, luminescent eyes that glowed a deep, peaceful blue. It didn’t seem afraid o' me, just watched me from the shadows like it was wonderin' what the heck I was doin' in its home.
And, well, I felt like a visitor, too. Didn't seem right to take nothin' or even touch much. I just walked through that canyon, lettin' my lantern light the way, tryin' to soak it all in. I spent hours down there, I reckon, just wanderin' and lookin' at all the strange, beautiful things. At one point, I sat down by the creek and just listened to the hummin' of the mushrooms, the chirps of those winged frogs, the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. It felt peaceful, like the whole place was some kinda sanctuary, hidden away from the harshness of the moon above.
When it got to be close to dusk, I knew I had to head back, or else I might not find my way out. I took one last look around, tryin’ to burn every bit o' it into my memory, 'cause I knew I'd probably never see anythin' like it again. As I crawled back through that crevice and climbed outta that crater, I felt like I was leavin' a dream behind.
Now, I’ve been back to that moon since, but I ain't ever gone lookin' for that canyon again. And I ain't told a soul where it is, neither. See, somethin' that beautiful? It don’t need folks trampin' all over it, diggin’ and scrapin’ and tryin' to haul pieces off to sell. Nope. That place deserves to stay just like it is—wild and hidden, out there on that lonely moon, untouched by greedy hands.
So, yeah, I found me a piece o' paradise out in the emptiest part o' the Pyro system. And if you ever ask me where it is, well… I just might have to tell ya I plum forgot.
It all started 'bout three weeks back. I was out checkin' on some old claim sites, hopin’ maybe there was somethin' worth diggin' up. Had the Drake Cutter, and I was trundlin' ‘round, mindin' my own business, not expectin' nothin’ but dust and empty. It was a quiet, cold day on that rock, as usual. But then, as I was cruisin' along the ridge of some crater, I noticed this strange glimmer, like a soft glow way down at the bottom. At first, I thought it was some kinda space junk, maybe a busted beacon or a miner’s lamp some poor soul left behind.
Curiosity got the better o’ me, so I eased the ship down into that crater, careful-like. As I got closer, I saw there was a narrow crevice at the bottom, like a crack in the surface that opened up just wide enough for a fella to slide through if he was brave—or dumb—enough. Bein' a bit o’ both, I grabbed my lantern and squeezed myself down through that crack, hopin' I wouldn’t get stuck. And, boy, am I glad I did.
When I got to the other side, I found myself standin' in front of the most amazin' thing I ever laid eyes on. It was a canyon, deep and narrow, but stretchin' on for miles. And the whole place was glowin' like a carnival back home. I ain’t lyin'—there were plants all over, big ol' stalks and leaves in colors I couldn’t even name if I tried. Neon greens, blues, pinks, and purples—looked like they were pulled straight outta some painter’s fever dream. And it weren’t just the plants, neither. There were critters flittin’ ‘round, all strange and shimmery, like they’d been dusted with stardust.
I remember just standin' there, mouth hangin’ open like a fool. I'd never seen anythin' like it. You wouldn’t expect a place like that to be tucked away on a dead rock like this. But there it was, thrivin' and glowin', lookin' like it had been there for centuries, completely untouched by human hands.
I stepped in real slow, tryin' not to disturb nothin’. Every step, I saw somethin' new. There were these big ol’ mushrooms, tall as my chest, with caps that glowed a faint orange. And I kid you not, as I brushed past 'em, they let out a soft, kinda musical hum, like they were talkin' to each other. Then, down by the water—which, yeah, there was a little creek runnin’ through the bottom o' the canyon—there were these little critters, kinda like frogs, but with these wings that shimmered like glass. They'd hop 'n float from one side to the other, leavin’ these little trails o' light behind 'em.
One of the strangest things I saw was this tree, taller than most o' the stuff there, with long, wavy branches. And from those branches hung these little pods that looked like they'd been dipped in molten silver. They caught the light from the glowin' plants and shimmered like stars. And wouldn’t ya know it, every now and then, one of them pods would crack open, and this little puff of silvery dust would float out, driftin’ through the canyon like a soft, glittery mist.
There was somethin' else, too, movin' in the shadows on the far side of the canyon. I never got a real good look at it, but it was big, whatever it was. Bigger'n me, bigger'n my Cutter even. I saw its eyes, though, just for a moment—these big, luminescent eyes that glowed a deep, peaceful blue. It didn’t seem afraid o' me, just watched me from the shadows like it was wonderin' what the heck I was doin' in its home.
And, well, I felt like a visitor, too. Didn't seem right to take nothin' or even touch much. I just walked through that canyon, lettin' my lantern light the way, tryin' to soak it all in. I spent hours down there, I reckon, just wanderin' and lookin' at all the strange, beautiful things. At one point, I sat down by the creek and just listened to the hummin' of the mushrooms, the chirps of those winged frogs, the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. It felt peaceful, like the whole place was some kinda sanctuary, hidden away from the harshness of the moon above.
When it got to be close to dusk, I knew I had to head back, or else I might not find my way out. I took one last look around, tryin’ to burn every bit o' it into my memory, 'cause I knew I'd probably never see anythin' like it again. As I crawled back through that crevice and climbed outta that crater, I felt like I was leavin' a dream behind.
Now, I’ve been back to that moon since, but I ain't ever gone lookin' for that canyon again. And I ain't told a soul where it is, neither. See, somethin' that beautiful? It don’t need folks trampin' all over it, diggin’ and scrapin’ and tryin' to haul pieces off to sell. Nope. That place deserves to stay just like it is—wild and hidden, out there on that lonely moon, untouched by greedy hands.
So, yeah, I found me a piece o' paradise out in the emptiest part o' the Pyro system. And if you ever ask me where it is, well… I just might have to tell ya I plum forgot.
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