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https://societyforritualarts.com/rw/2025-spring/wp-content/uploads/2025/03/OfEarth02-1024x791.png1024791Time to hustle then. Jack jogged down the gangplank, slammed his fist into the button that would shut the door behind him, and then jogged across the wide circle of flattened grass that the rocket had left on landing. A tall grass filled the fields around him, with the occasionally scraggly tree trying to make its way up towards the sun, all of it a wide-open space under a cloudy blue sky. Jack took a deep breath of the thick air, probably not the healthiest but still far heartier than Mars and then threw himself down in the grass to wait for the new arrivals. He didn’t have to wait long.