lives on many planets. It also showed that the best finds are always the ones we share.
This is how the story starts:
A world with stunning views that would make a person from Earth's heart skip a beat used to be in the farthest reaches of space, past the Milky Way. In contrast to Earth, this celestial body danced to its own cosmic beat instead of moving on its axis, and its auroras made the sky look like a crazy mix of colors that humans can't understand.
In the middle of this otherworldly beauty lived an alien guy who was different from other people of the same species. Zorg was a part of this world, just like the stones that sparkled at night or the plants that sang as they swayed in the strange breezes. It was true blue, deeper than the ocean and brighter than the sky on a clear day. Zorg's skin was beautiful. His three eyes sparkled like gems, and each one was a window into his soul. They filled him with a light that was equal parts crazy wonder and uncontrollable curiosity. The eyes did more than just see. They thought, watched, and imagined.
What really set Zorg apart were his six very skilled arms. Each one could move in beautiful, fluid ways. These arms and legs weren't just parts; they were tools for exploring and learning, and they all worked together perfectly. Each arm could spin and whirl with the accuracy of a master craftsman, so Zorg could use them to work on the complicated tools in his workshop. For the people who lived in his world, his arms were just a blur of movement, like the rocks that were floating around without any care. Zorg lived in a big, hollow building that was half submerged in the middle of a huge, clear crystal that pulsed with the planet's energy. His apartment was full of tools and gizmos, some of which were only partially put together and others were in different stages of repair. Wires crossed each other across the floors like vines in a strange jungle, and strange gadgets stayed in zero gravity, ready for Zorg's quick fingers to call them up. Zorg was interested in both amazing technological advances and the idea that there might be life outside of his own world. A story says that there was once a world called Earth where people moved on two legs and water was solid instead of gas. Zorg tried to understand these animals, who seemed so different from him, for many cycles. He thought about how beautiful their sky was, how rough their land was, and how many stories they must have to tell. His interest went beyond the things that were right in front of him. Zorg was interested in nature. Thanks to his many legs, he was able to swim in seas full of bioluminescent life and climb mountains full of life. He went on every trip to try to figure out a little more about the big puzzle that was his world. People all over the world read about Zorg's trials. He made drugs that let people see in three dimensions and engines that whispered the secrets of warp speed. His most ambitious invention so far was a device that could link worlds and open doors to other planets, galaxies, and opportunities. He wanted to meet the animals from his favorite stories by going through the Nexus Conduit. That's what he called it. The other beings were both scared and amazed by Zorg. They thought there was enough room in the universe to look into every nook and hole. They didn't get why Zorg was so restless or why he had to spend his days researching and asking questions. On the other hand, Zorg was not pleased. He was drawn to the stars and the stories they held by a calling. Every night, Zorg would sit under the planet's sparkling plants and look up at the sky with all three eyes. He planned his trip, figured out his path, and dreamed of meeting people from cultures light years away. In his heart, he wanted to connect with people, share knowledge, and tell stories. As the Nexus Conduit got closer to being finished, Zorg got more and more excited. After a long time of hearing the call, he was finally going to turn on the machine and start the long-awaited process of answering it. Reaching out across the void and feeling the weave of the universe itself was more important than finding it. No one in Zorg's world heard the dreams of the curious little alien it carried as it continued its silent waltz across the empty space But Zorg was ready to jump into the unknown to see if the world was as excited to meet him as he was. He had bright blue skin, three eyes that flashed, and arms that looked like propellers. Zorg saw the world as an empty canvas full of options, a spot where people could always learn something new and keep in touch with old friends. He pictured worlds full of different animals, each with its own unique traits and stories to tell. The animals were all different sizes, shapes, and colors. Instead of just watching, he wanted to take part, learn, and share what he knew.