She hailed from Planet Claire, a place I knew she called home. Her ride was a classic Plymouth Satellite, zipping through the cosmos at unimaginable speeds. On Planet Claire, the sky is painted in shades of pink, with vibrant red trees dotting the landscape. It's a realm where immortality reigns and heads are simply unnecessary. Rumors swirl about her origins—some whisper she's from Mars or perhaps one of the mysterious seven stars illuminating the sky just after 3:30 in the morning. But those whispers are wrong; she's definitely not from there.