ونډول شوی غږيز

I was reborn as an alien on Mars. Not the cool kind of alien. Not the kind that shows up in Hollywood movies with glowing eyes and an intimidating jawline and some kind of energy beam that wipes out entire armies. No. I was reborn as a tiny, pale, six-fingered creature roughly the size of a house cat, with three milky-white eyes, no visible mouth, and absolutely zero idea what was happening to me. One second I was a perfectly ordinary twenty-eight-year-old software engineer eating instant noodle