The Haunted Traveler Vol. 1 Issue 1

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landed, nearly a hundred years ago.
After the end of the Earth, the two shuttles were installed
there as a memorial. There we held our first funeral thirty
years later. Mount Ararat Cemetery grew over time, as one
by one the people of Earth were laid to rest. It was unanimously
decided that Ararat would be the resting place of
Earth survivors alone. A separate cemetery exists for New
Earthers, while Ararat remains a monument to Earth and all
those who brought her memory and life to this planet.
The graveyard now embraces all of the one thousand and
seventy three passengers who set foot here a lifetime ago. All
one thousand and seventy three souls that put grief aside
to build a new future for humans. All resting now, lying in
peace and dreaming of their own Valhallas forever. All but
one.
Another green parrot flies overhead. I notice for the first
time how striking its green body looks against the sky. I
guess it’s not so bad here after all. You just have to look for
the hidden beauty.
My chest feels heavy. My breath comes fainter still. With
some effort, I turn my head slowly to my right. My vision is
going but I know I am facing in the right direction. I am too
weak to bring my hand up to my heart. It doesn’t matter. No
hard feelings Old Friend, the thought is what counts. I close
my eyes again and I can see Valhalla. I can smell salt in the
air. I think I hear waves.