Our Cosmic Home · 8 Worlds · One Star
"Dear Aryan Star, every morning when your rays hit my surface, my volcanoes erupt — and honestly that's just my heart doing its thing. Scientists call it 'tidal heating.' I call it love. I orbit you 365 times a year not because gravity says so, but because I choose to. Also I may have rearranged all my mountain ranges to spell 'Aryan' but that's between me and the satellites. P.S. — I've been warming up my atmosphere specifically so you'd notice. It's working, right? 🌋❤️"
A fictional universe where everyone has a personality