Mars, a celestial body of hazy red. A foreboding omen.

Earthlings understood it clearly.

In the modern age, fanciful stories. Tharks and human princesses. Ancient dark creatures hungering with desire.

They were not wrong.

But they have forgotten.

With dull introspection, earthlings pelt us regularly. Sometimes harsh by design or by mistake.

More often, though. Landing softly.. gingerly and tickle the sands with tracings of childish testings.

Mars was a planet of blood. Oceans and ice. Mists and downpours.

Our blood was not so timid as that of earth.

Not hiding within corpuscles. Not setting a defense.

Mars' blood was vibrant and connected. Much like the mycelium layers that covers much of earth.

Vibrant blood, curious and dominant.

Take heed, earthlings.

Each time you drill. Each time you examine.

You might awaken a long, dry and slumbering force.

The funny thing is, you even know the expression. You know it, even if you do not understand.

Blood calls out for blood.