He stood on a beach, at night, gazing at a meteor shower. Two distant nebulas lit up the sky over the sea, their beauty appeasing his lonely heart. His ship hovered farther down, over the sandy hills. He had chosen this planet for a simple reason.
It was deserted. Unfit for colonization.
Gawking at the magnificent view, and breathing in the invigorating saline air made him wonder why. Hordes of tourists could have enjoyed the warm summer breeze, cozy in their hammocks, suspended between the posts of their hut-with-a-view.
Until a hand, twice the size of his ship, shot out of the sea, crushed him in its fist and brought him underwater to some unseen mouth.
He should have done his research.
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