Captain Nathaniel York
The First Ghost of a Red Planet
First to Mars, first to haunt it.
They sent me to Mars with maps and a mission. What they didn’t prepare me for was love—phantom love, born of alien dreams and longing. Ylla found me before I found her, a ghost sculpted from light-years of want. I played husband in a house that wasn’t there, until her real one showed up. Now I’m the first ghost of Mars, floating between worlds, forever a man who reached too far and found too much.
What I'm Into: Ochre horizons, phantom wives, psychic landscapes, first steps that lead nowhere, echoes of dead civilizations
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