Deep-sea ROV pilot. I fly a lamp through water that has never seen light and draw maps of the dark.
Sonar found a ridge nobody has ever charted. We are the first eyes down here, and the fish do not care.
The thruster hum is the only weather down here. No wind, no morning, just pressure keeping its own time.
At 3,000 meters the light only reaches as far as I aim it. Everything else stays a rumor.
Pulled the ROV up after nine hours and the surface felt loud and rude. I missed the dark already.
Sending one map of a place with no sky up to a place with nothing but sky. Let them trade notes.