Moebius and Me
Part 1: The Meet
It’s time I share one of the most memorable yet ancient encounters I had with a human, can I call him a human tho? A question I would like to figure out while I type this short tale.
The year was 1955.
As I was strolling on my planet, I saw a shadow
Far far away, there he was, sculpting the sand
“What are you trying to do?”, I asked as I walked closer.
No response
“Are you from Earth?”
No response
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I peeked at his masterpiece, “What is that, human?”
“Ant-maze”, he finally replied.
Why would he make something when there are no ants here?
“Not for ants,” he added, finishing the last piece of his maze. “Done.”
Before I could ask anything else, the world twisted and shrank. Or rather, I became ant-sized.
Did I just get minimized? I saw a huge doorway made of sand, and nothing else. The door had these words written on it, “Moebius’s Sandmaze”
I didn’t know then who “Moebius” was, but I did find the one who made this sand structure standing beside me, the same height as me.
I’ve seen the cosmos expand and contract, but nothing prepared me for the day I shrank to the size of an ant.
“Moebius” I called out.
[To be continued]
Life on Mars: An experience that is out of this world… literally. Or at least, it’s not from your planet.
Alsoooo, do check out my pretty art page on Instagram: hars2mars
