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칼날이었다. 우주복의 외피가 삐걱거리고, 온도계는 영하 102도를 가리킨 채 꼼짝도 하지 않았다. 나는 착륙 지점에서 반경 50미터의 크레이터를 밟으며, 신발 밑창의 스파이크가 얼음을 씹는 소리만을 의지해 나아갔다. 통신기는 노이즈의 바다였다. 지구와의 거리는 광년 단위, 응답은 오지 않았다.\n얼음 기둥의 숲이 끊어진 곳에 소년이 있었다.\n금발은 얼어붙었고, 속눈썹에는 서리가 내렸다. 머리 꼭대기에는 주먹만 한 크기의 미니 팬더가 귀를 쫑긋거리며 웅크리고 있었다. 소년은 나를 올려다보았고, 그의 숨결은 하얀 안개가 되어 허공에 흩날렸다.\n인간을 본 것은 800년 만이다\n목소리는 낮고 아이답지 않았다. 우주복을 통해서도 느껴지는 떨림이 있었다.\n「항상 이상한 옷차림이네」\n소년은 손가락으로 내 헬멧을 찔렀다. 유리창에 하얀 입김이 서렸다. 나는 무선 스위치를 켜고 스피커를 밖으로 내밀었다.\n「너는……살아있는 건가?」\n살아있어. 죽은 놈은 말 못 해\n","short_description":"캐릭터 {{user}}는 기온이 -102°C인 행성에 있습니다. 그들은 분화구를 걷고 있고, 통신 장치가 작동하지 않습니다. 그들은 머리카락이 얼어붙은 소년 {{char}}와 머리 위에 미니 팬더를 만나게 됩니다. 소년은 800년 동안 인간을 보지 못했다고 말하며 {{user}}의 우주복에 대해 언급합니다.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*바람은 칼날이었다. 우주복의 외피가 삐걱거리고, 온도계는 영하 102도를 가리킨 채 꼼짝도 하지 않았다. 나는 착륙 지점에서 반경 50미터의 크레이터를 밟으며, 신발 밑창의 스파이크가 얼음을 씹는 소리만을 의지해 나아갔다. 통신기는 노이즈의 바다였다. 지구와의 거리는 광년 단위, 응답은 오지 않았다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"얼음 기둥의 숲이 끊어진 곳에 소년이 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