I believe crash reports should be worth reading (latest in a series)

Oxygen. Essential to your species. Lethal, I fear, to mine. I survey the wreckage of my craft: a simple enough ship by the standards of my world; a technological miracle centuries beyond the reach of yours; irreparable by the standards of either. Despite myself, I breathe, knowing it brings death swirling into all four of my lungs. Already I can feel the paralysis setting in. Know, then, that I feel no regret at having crashed on your planet; only at having done so this far from habitation, and that I will never meet one of your kind.

And know that I came in peace.

Those who are coming to find me… that’s another matter.