We are Legion divided from itself, diminished and on the brink of forever vanishing. What God sheds light on this far planet, driving us into the darkness? Three men were lost in our first hour. Many more left us in the next, but none, I predict, to the cold directly, no! Our drills lock and gauges freeze from the moment twilight is too fresh for contemplation to the holy arrival of the ever-distant sun, as if its song of life would reach this planet, as sung to the patient earth-like colony awaiting our return.