Pluto is dead.

I like to think about a world where Pluto never died. It’s funny how scientists stopped counting it as a planet, that only means no humans would come to bother you right? And you two could live free and happy in eturnal bliss under the light of thousands of stars and the faint glimmer of the distant sun.

However, things began to change. Volcanoes began to erupt, earthquakes shook the ground. And one day the planet gave in. In a monumental burst, the planet combusted, violently shooting you through space until you landed back here on earth.

After all that time, all that effort of making it to the planet, it was all for nothing. The planet was now no more. Never again will you be able to look at the sky and see it’s faint orb in the night sky. Your home.

Earth is nothing like Pluto. It is full of life, water, animals, and yet the most prominent species, the humans, do nothing more than destroy the world and eachother.

Surely you could leave again. Find a new planet to go to. But you’re broken now. You’re tired. And you’ve learned that sometimes it’s better to stare at the planets from the earth, than get there and risk it being destroyed again. Because if you did venture to a planet again, and it were to also be destroyed, it would probably destroy you with it.

*hugs you* I’m sorry for everything that’s happened. Life isn’t always merciful to little octopuses. (Octapi? How do you say multiple of them?..) stay strong, and even know Pluto is gone, know that there are many many being on earth who still think the world of you.