The sky was a bed of fluffy white clouds. The air was clean, as if this place was the garden of Eden told about in legends. The vegetation was of such a pure green that bothering it felt like a sin. Even the terrain felt merciful, with not many steep and dry lands, except maybe some mountains in the distance. But the picturesque painting was disturbed by an incongruity.
A crater of hundreds of meters in diameter, maybe more than a thousand meters, seemed to have made a hole in the painting. It lent a war laden feel to the paradise-like place. And in the middle of the crater, was a heap of metal that still had its form as a spacecraft intact. It was big, with its length of a few hundreds meters, and its height proportional to the latter.
