The aerial view confirmed it: bones. The craft’s lens was able to focus closely enough to identify a femur, a tibia, scattered bones in the shadow of a great rock. The sight of them was a blow that knocked me nearly unconscious; can this be happening again? Years later the discovery of my missing daughter still tears at my heart.
And now, again. How long had these been hidden in the shadows of a field of greys and iron reds, unperturbed by air or moisture? Did anguish like mine, millennia before, on another planet, fade with its atmosphere?