The wind from the garbage star felt like a knife cutting flesh on the face.
When I opened my eyes, my mouth was filled with the taste of rust, and the back of my head hurt as if someone had hit it with a brick. In front of him was a gray sky, with a mountain of rubbish piled above him from the wreckage of an abandoned spaceship, and his nose was filled with the stench of engine oil and rotten matter.
"Are you awake?" A high-pitched voice came over, "I just said that I can't die, this girl has a hard life."
