The night sky was hanging low on this planet as the light of civilization had disappeared on the planet a long time ago. The rapid-growing virgin forests and vines had long reclaimed the land once covered by metal and cement, and the skyscrapers of thousands of years ago had turned into steel skeletons, collapsed bridges had become dreck at the bottom of gorges and riverbed. Even the indestructible buildings that were once regarded as miracles were not imperishable after all; they had crumbled to the ground in the jungle, been lying deep under the yellow sand and submerged under the ocean. Only some of the exposed bleak ruins still pointed to the sky like the skeleton of giants.
Moss and vines had covered these grim bones, and the green that signified life seemed to have given these lifeless ruins a thriving makeover—without the participation of humans after the demise of civilization.
