It doesn’t stay outside.

You wipe it once. It smears.

You wipe it again.

It’s worse.

This is what Martian dust actually does.

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The dust isn’t like Earth dust. It’s finer. Drier. It sticks to the surface of the visor, then to the seams, then to everything you touch. You stop noticing when it first gets on you.

You start noticing when it doesn’t come off. It’s in the gloves. In the joints.

In the tiny ridges of the seals, you’re not supposed to think about.

Every movement grinds it deeper. Inside the helmet, the air is clean. Filtered. Controlled.

But you know it’s there anyway. Not enough to see. Just enough to feel.

A faint resistance when you move. A dryness that wasn’t there before. A sense that something foreign has crossed a line it shouldn’t. You stop trying to get rid of it.

You start working around it.

Out here, nothing stays separate for long.