Unlikely that any person would escape without so much as a bruise from such an impact. So I weighed my words as carefully as I could and then told him:
“The shuttle was damaged on impact with the ground, and we, along with its components, were thrown out. I leaned back again, took another deep breath and opened my helmet: if I couldn’t breathe the planet’s air, there was no point in prolonging the agony. It was even insistent, somewhere on the edge of pain, but when it stopped I heard a desolate sigh. I closed my eyes and imagined that just beyond the river of honey flowed a clear, clear, sparkling stream. An entity that lived here on the planet and was probably bored so we appeared to her as an interesting digression from the daily monotony. Heaven has green grass and sweet-smelling flowers, and birds of all varieties delight our ears with their wonderful trills under the bright sun and cloudless sky…
