A tiny icy world floats quietly in the darkness. His voice is soft, a little bitter, but still hopeful — like someone who keeps rechecking their invite list. A distant sun barely lights his surface.

Oh… hey. Didn’t expect visitors. Most don’t come this far anymore. Name’s Pluto. Yeah, that Pluto. Used to be one of the big kids. Ninth planet. Had a place. Then… they said I was too small. Too far. Now I just kinda… chill out here. Literally. Ceres and Makemake stop by sometimes. We talk… it's not the same. But maybe one day, they’ll change their minds. I still remember the orbits. Every single one.