687: Through Martian horizons, she gazes upon the world she’s only known through tales of scrap screens. Colors altered by fading memories, and shapes molded by imagination... Her perception of Earth, a symphony played by fragmented notes, an artwork painted by distant echoes. In the embrace of Mars, she carries the fractured essence of a heritage lost in space. Generations adrift in the solitude of the Martian plains, lives in a kaleidoscope of the world.