The view above the horizon As the view within. Every individual flaw of aspects, of landscape , -- a masquerade . Concealed in plain sight. Through observation , The scenery reveals immaculate beauties.
The alien forest canopy resembles emerald broccoli festooned with meandering crimson rivers illuminated by the planet's red dwarf star. Above the vegetation, the darkning sky shimmers in ondulating sheets of blues and greens, interspersed with spears of lightning. Then a sudden rush of wind sways the treetops and the incessant pelting of the rain begins.
I understood it as describe anything. examples: A house, a face, a personality, a book, a dog, the weather, a landscape, etc.
The smells of salt, seaweed, and stranded sea life were a heady perfume. Waves crashed somewhere against the dark rocky mass to my left, and a bright highway wavered upon the black waters, leading to a full moon squatting on the horizon. A rough halo of thin glowing clouds crowned the moon. But a growing sense of menace seized my heart, and I fled the shore in sudden terror.
The insect-like alien, who stood a full twelve feet tall and weighed approx five hundred pounds, gazed menacingly at the puny humans with his bulging, crimson, compound eyes.
The excruciating pain was as if two red-hot knife edges were being tightly pressed against both sides of my groin. Both nurses laughed as I grimaced. A little soreness the surgeon had calmly said? Damn him!
The room was deep, the bottom of the floor was a twenty foot drop from the exit. I felt afraid for the first time in a long time. I had faced many tribulations during my time on earth and I felt I could surpass any task with ease, but leaving this room would not be easy I fear. Here I pray..... God please help me. In the name of Jesus..... amen
The click clack clack click clack click which awakens me, briefly an alien of weird asymmetry my eyes doth see, adrenaline pumps... just a cobwebbed crab crawling over the wooden floor... behind a closed door. Slumber, I, once more.
The roaring boom hits the cliff wall. Hissing sea foam resides in hope of silence as if the whisper of crabs bubbling in their temporary holes can still be heard
A thousand stars in the sky. Of as many colours as a royal gown. Each world alive through artificial means. One light fades, another follows. Several more after that. A black patch spreads. Time has caught up with past events. Now they see, the war they fought in the heavens. Now they see the lives they took. Nine hundred stars left. All teaming with life. The black patch remains.