The space heater clicked and sputtered in the center of the cramped dome, its heating coil glowing orange against the thick lunar night outside. The rattling unit was a secondhand model, salvaged from the colony’s surplus depot where the wealthy residents’ discards became working-class treasures. Avante clutched his threadbare thermal jacket tighter around his shoulders. Despite years of living on Luna, the bone-deep chill of the lunar night never quite left his body, even indoors.
Blue Earth Rising
(edited ver. 1, 18May2025)
