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I physically arrived on the surface of the planet Saturn with a group of people. I was immediately aware that Saturn is gaseous, and I verified this by feeling my foot slowly sink down into the cotton-like clouds. Luckily there was a facility made largely of concrete pre-built for us, floating on the gaseous surface. This place provided us a chance to get our footing and get a good look at Saturn. Everything was pastel colors, blurry, cloudy, and swaying. We even came upon what appeared to be a purple waterfall made entirely of convecting gas pillars. It was fast and emitted the sound of white noise. I felt like a tourist as I explored the concrete campus with a handful of strangers. Later, the sunlight looked more like nightfall and more strangers began approaching our concrete fortress. At this point I felt less like a tourist and more like a concierge. People were flooding the fortress, increasingly desperate to get in. This fortress turned out to be a hospital, and as nightfall grew, the sea of people clamoring to get in all claimed to need medical attention. It became my job [along with a few of the original strangers] to interview every frantic soul and judge whether they were worthy of entering the hospital. A tall man with long black hair and a goatee exited a door beside me and turned toward me. He was immediately followed by his identical twin. They were both wearing the same dark suit, but the latter twin's entire body and face were covered with uniform vertical black pinstripes spaced about a centimeter apart. The first non-striped man began telling me something quietly but excitedly, implying secrecy or a magic trick. But I had to rudely escape him, promising I would later return; I was overwhelmed with the task of keeping tabs on every body within this sea of zombies.