Sand rained.
The grey particles were tiny, slow but endless. As if determined to drown down the 'Inner Planet', they fell.
The sand grains plummeted into a river and sent bursts of cold throughout. The grains that fell in the next minute, however, abruptly heated the river. Then, they sent ripples of invading lightning.
"Invaders trying to barge into our territory." A specific set of vibrations rang under the river and reached the ears of a beautiful creature.
"Another Tuesday afternoon." Another set of vibrations in the river rang, replying sharply.
"Should we attack?"
"No. They know we are watching."
"Then what?"
"Hunting them outside the river puts us at a big risk. We can only hunt them if they come in. If they don't wanna, we informed others anyway."
At the bottom of the river was a long collection of aquatic plants and flowers. At the edge of this greenery were two large open oysters.
