| Do You Remember?
On a planet. Yes... a planet.
The terrain was lush, utterly overrun with plantlife. Call it what you will, jungle, rainforest, sweltering tropics- they grew everywhere. Plateaus disguised as massive piles of vine dotted the terrain here and there across one large continent. The seas were crimson with plantlife.
Crimson?
...yes. Crimson. A dull, hazy red sun shone overhead, much larger than one might have expected, were one from Terra. The air was muggy and oppressive, but truly, that could not actually be said. After all, those are opinions- they need someone to feel them to make them worth noting.
And here.... here, there was nothing but jungle. Plants far and wide- but nary a trail, nary a footstep, not even the beat of a wing or the squirm of a protozoan.
Just.... plants.
Anyone coming to the planet, though, they would see the scar. A huge tunnel through the dirt, alarmingly neat and circular. It was almost as though someone had taken some kind of titanic drill, and worked at an angle- for though the tunnel was straight, the one end was over a thousand miles from the other. No, this was not natural. Not at all.
The dirt, the soil in the walls of the tunnel was so fused, so compressed into a solid rock that nothing grew within. The only place on the planet where nothing grew, nothing spread crimson or orange leaves to the light to gather nutrition. The walls of it were smooth and even, and completely undeniably solid. Even at its deepest, middle point, where the bottom of it began to glow faintly from magmatic heat.
At one end of that tunnel, at one end of that eye in the planet, the flora seemed to be almost... arrayed. Shaped, curiously, in a manner only an ordered mind should be able to achieve. One great triangle, equilateral and even across the rises and falls of the ground. One point opposite the entry of the odd, dead tunnel, which just kissed a single side of the shape- an almost beauteous array of nature.....
...but, pointing at what? |