Departure - 'On path to the sulfuric sphere, many years until we arrive; what will be left Behind?' Removal from the orb of life, guided by undiscovered interests; lose track of Time
Journey - Forced into cryosleep, sailing through the strings of matter; 'It will be alright.'
Approach - 'Maybe not? Too close for regret.' Jupiter's satellite is discernable, awakening Will commence. Pulled into orbit
Entry - 'Concentrated heat forms around the bio-capsule, we're burning up. To make it Down we must resist, we must commit, to save our lives.'
Plumes of orange, face acid torn, cavernous depths, uncharted gloom. These horrid Lands; 'Why did we come here?' Desire of the elemental profit. Human lives? They're Disposal
Farm the banks of putrid rocks; 'It's our decision, now get to work.' Safety remains as the Ground grows nearer. Intense? Sure, but hope is so much clearer. 'Hold on.'
Landing - Touch down on the mystic surface. The knowledge of achievement makes it Worth it. Seemingly unreal; 'We must go further.' Keeping the doubt unimportant.
Exploration - 'It becomes clear there's nothing for us here.' Geisers of acidic steam Abysmal conditions. 'Gather what's needed, return to our ship.' The storm is approaching As we lift off
Emission - Rise up out of out demise. 'We must disprove their intentions.' Exit the Atmosphere, return back into the cosmos
Return - Though left for nothing, death of the astral explorers was rejected. The voyage Is over