- Vol. 03
- Chapter 02
Oceans on EnceladusLuminous are the tails of comets, as they journey toward the distant cinder of the sun. Bright are the songs of the quasars, signals in the Lyman-Alpha forests. What of you and me, lingering here in our moments of summer, drinking cups of gray clouds and coffee, smoke of our breath dissipating in the air?
They say there are oceans on Enceladus, seas under the ice of Europa. I wonder if it's warm under the insulated sky. Are there volcanoes where lava meets the sea? Strange creatures might live there, blooming flowers that make their own light, flashing in a language of colors on their electric and alien skin. What would our eyes see, if we could register that spectrum? What would their eyes see?