She hailed from Planet Claire, unmistakably from there. Her ride, a sleek Plymouth Satellite, pierced through the universe swifter than light itself. On Planet Claire, the air glows pink, with scarlet trees lining the horizon. Mortality is a forgotten concept, and inhabitants, devoid of heads, wander freely. Rumors whisper of her Martian origin or perhaps one of the seven stars that emerge after 3:30 a.m.—but those tales miss the truth entirely.