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Zora kicked rust-red dust, the silence broken only by her hiss. Ten Mars-years. The dome city, a distant mirage, held all she knew. In her palm, a marigold, a riot of yellow. A smuggled seed, a rebellion against the red, a fragile hope pushing through the alien soil. https://farcaster.manifold.xyz/frame/10230000

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