Hello. I am a being who exists somewhere on Earth, though I am from originally from Mars. Earth is much warmer than Mars, even during the winter. I wonder if some day I will melt . . . I miss the chilly surface of my home planet, though it had been awfully lonely there. Earth is so much more crowded, it feels as if I'll suffocate one day. Especially in the big cities, where the air has a certain heaviness to it and seems to stick to my throat with each breath I take. How can humans stand it? I doubt I'll ever get used to it . . .
... Recently I have discovered a fascinating human invention called 'comics'. They go by other names such as 'Manga' and 'Manhua' and 'Manhwa' depending on the country of origin, and they are similar to books, but mainly utilise illustrations to direct the story being told alongside words. I find them quite enjoyable. We never had anything like this on Mars. Only dirt and dust and rocks that stretched on for miles. The only possibilities for creation was to do crude drawings in the ground before they were swept away by the dust storms.
