Soyuz chuckled to himself as the crew gathered on the upper-lower deck, drinking and celebrating. He didn't blame them, the trinkets they managed to whip were something to celebrate for. Excusing himself from the corner of the 'room', he put down his noggin and throwing on his coat, taking a step outside. Instantly, the cold air bit at his cheeks, however it was refreshing. Walking to the front of the πππππ 'π π²ππ’, resting his hand on the wooden border, tracing the engravings, smiling slightly to himself as he looked at the dots of cities on the land they were passing. How insignificant... For them to be below, and then on top, even if the ranks were the opposite.
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11Meso
01/04/2025
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01/04/2025
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05/04/2025