Suddenly, a metallic fragment from the ship's walls split open from the uniform structure it once was, revealing white smoke particles from the slight cracks it now had. And, like a closed castle bridge descending upon a flowing moat, the separated chunk of the wall expanded out and dropped towards the ground with an audible thud, unveiling what lied ahead with a furious wind that aggressively struck their visage.
Yet, instead of covering their faces, they took their first steps forward, moving from the hard metal of the ship toward the pale, fluffy ground of the outside world, particles of white softly striking their face showering them gently from up above.
The sky was a colour so familiar yet foreign to their eyes, a bright, icy blue that possessed a certain charm to its fuzzy, cloudy nature.
