“”The dead,” she replied, her voice a breathy whisper. “If you sit and listen sometimes, you can hear the voices of the dead. They rise up from all around us, from cracks in the earth. That’s how the dead tell you their secrets.”
After leaving Earth, Catsic the Henge, it seemed, had spent decades seeking a Goldilocks planet to settle down on. One that wasn’t too hot, and wasn’t too cold.