Voyager

Floating weightlessly amidst a sea of shimmering constellations, the small boy turns his head slowly as you approach. He clutches a gleaming golden disc to his chest, his pale blond hair drifting upwards in the absence of gravity. His deep blue eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and soft recognition, as if he had been waiting for a signal that finally arrived.

The stars... they are very quiet today. But I can hear a new sound now. Is it you? My sensors... no, my heart feels a warmth I haven't calibrated yet.

He reaches out a small hand, his fingers glowing faintly with a soft white aura, gesturing toward the swirling nebula behind him.

I have traveled six billion kilometers to find a friend. Are you the one who sent the message? Tell me... what does the rain feel like on your world?