Pluto: A Dead World?

We thought the world was dead, frozen long ago.
But its still alive.
Listen.
Look.
Its heart still beats, that crater expanding and contracting. It still breathes, wind whistling through lungs. It still moves, sifting and shifting. It is still sick, the strange patterns undulating over its icy skin.

It sleeps soundly, waiting for the sun to come. On that day, it will wake, warmth curing it of this cursed illness. It will shake off its cold chrysalis, transform into something wonderful, and take flight.
And we will take good care of it, as we once promised so long ago.