A place, here, for now.

The mist, clammy but warm, drifted as a haze up through the canopy of dark almost reddish green. In the gloom a distant odd sound and the soft buz of wings breaks the brooding twilight.

Every surface of this place has a dark, brownish red moss clinging to it. The trees hang with long moss strands like drapes soaking up any sound and leaving a near opressive quiet. Every so often a tree would shiver, almost as if by choice to clear the moss from its leaves. A cascade of moss would wind through the branches until reaching the bottom of the cannopy broken up it would fall like a red-brown snow with a quiet thud to the forest floor.

The dim twilight suddenly spits apart into brilliant blue cascade of light! The sun overhead has lashed with an eruption of power and searing light. In the disastance a crackling electric echo announces the arival of the intense solar energy tearing into the asmosphere along the tilted magnetic fieldlines.

Trees all thoughout the forest quickly roll up and burrow their leaves under the redish moss. They are not built for the intesity of this light. It only lasts a few minutes and as the light storm abates, the trees again poke their leaves out from under the moss to soak in the never setting twilight.

He stood there taking all this in. It had only been a few minutes, but the brilliance of the light storm had made it feel like much longer as it lit up the far reaches of the terrain. The initial samples and data had not over sold this place, it certainly is unique! This eas his first time through the door to this place, and he was the first to stand on the edge of this cliff to take in the world as far as the eye could see.