The Taking of Near-Earth Exoplanet
On the far horizon, the arrival of daylight over the summit was the early sign of the morning. The mountain range was breathtaking and covered with dense vegetation. The atmosphere was crisp and clean. The perfect, blue, cold sky was immaculate and lethargic. The natural canvas was pristine and abundant with exotic natural life. [Chlorophyll]
By daybreak, the native wildlife was on a wake cycle, and the ambient air warmed up. And before the mercury soared, the wild became animated and kept active under the canopy. Birds were flickering, and the insects were raucous to a normal state.
A massive black disk was looming over the jungle, surveying the valley, casting shadows over the vibrant jungle with living things, scaring them off.
Under the foliage, the panorama grew darker. It was already underway. A massive, cold, metal hull was visible through the tangled underbrush.
It was around midday when a rumbling sound emerged from the deep, triggering a rampage amongst the fauna to be on edge. The sun shone brilliantly in the sky, and sunlight came through to the ground. The humongous black disk was approaching the area, and all the living fauna engaged in a skirmish.
At a distance, another group of hominids responded to it and looked up at a treetop. One could see they had thumbs and climbed atop the tree to scan the valley creek. The scouts were psyched.
At ground zero, the pipedal being was the leader of the pack. The group could see the foliage coming alive with color and was struck with dread. The alpha clutched one of his kind, which gave signals to others, and all climbed trees in different areas.
In the far land, trees were uprooted in the air, far in the valley, and approaching quickly like a growing tornado stripping the ground of things. The scout spun down around the trunk, reaching the ground, and stopped.
At higher altitudes, the mountains were lush with enormous growing trees ever since seeded. The air became eerie and filled with static. Unexpectedly, birds’ flickering grew louder, and the insects went raucous, adding to the chaos. The natural sound became a skirmish. A flock of birds was perched on one of 'em trees. The flock emerged from the treeline into the sky over cliffs and flew out in all directions of the compass, smoothly sliding through the sky, coming to a halt. The illumination collided with the disk.
The sheer panic of the fauna came by wave in the valley like plucking a chicken alive. It was a rolling cacophony travelling in the foliage. They were pressed. A hominid hanging by the trunk of a pine tree could see the vegetation shaking down in reverberation. The ground shook endlessly into the valley creek. The branches and the leaves shook altogether. The hominid, not understanding, acted in disbelief, spun down to safer ground, and darted off into the jungle. The machinery was unstoppable and took over the terrain.
In the middle of the sky, a different huge shiny metallic spacecraft stabilized with the help of four landing rockets. Down below, a few hominid human apes kept their distance. Some hominids stayed at the scene, absolutely amazed and calm. It was floating on top of the treeline, covering the sun.
In the area, another hominid looked up at the unidentified flying object stabilizing in midair and pointed at it with his right hand, all focused on it. The roundness of the flying object was mischievous and exploitative. It looked as if the flying object had replaced the intensity of the sun. Flashes. The pupils were humanlike and tapped one of their kind on the shoulder and agreed to decamp.
All four hatches opened up from the sides of the rocket ship, eclipsing the sunlight. The aircraft likely flew out from the sun. The rest of the hominid human apes finally left the landing site rather than being pushed away by the heat. A single-man-handled aircraft propelled by jet propulsion flew out from all sides of the ship-- with a big whoosh of noise in the air. Many aircraft traveled through the air.
The earth shook- the landslide. The mining started. The slope... the ridge was excavated. The encroachment was of a forceful workforce, in the jungle; all animals living felt it. The mountain’s peak was being flattened. The quarrying was effective- it was rich in minerals, as surveyed.
In higher ground, the warrior clan, hominid human apes, gazed at the site hidden in the bushes near the waterfall.
As the mudslide thundered on the mountainside.
The crumbling was distinctive and colossal.
The hunters concentrated near the waterfall.
The troop of hominids is a far more cacophonous group of animals occupying the waterfall near the den and unseen.
The jungle was raging hot and humid. Under the treeline, strange engine noises echoed, reverberating from the heavens.
The ground kept shaking, followed by the branches and the leaves. Then, the foliage became alive with color.
Trees were uprooted vertically above their head.
The noise was transcending.
The hominid was puzzled.
-- bearing his mind in wonderment and breathing deeply to enlighten.
Inside the jungle trees, hominid humans looked up at the sun erratically, and some were agitated, while others had already taken off.
Later that day, structures were being built on the rocky side by strange flying objects thundering around in the air-- lasering into the rock steadily and melting it in the air.
Hominid human apes look at the site in the bushes near the waterfall. A mudslide occurred on the mountainside.
An aircraft tracked down the hominid human apes and caught the ones that left the landing site, at last lodging near the waterfall.
Like a ghost, the ten-foot-tall hominid vanished into the woods.
