The sky was deep blue, the four moons guarded by silver clouds: the waves slowly caressed the black sand… There you stood, wrapped in the red toga of your caste, the two deep wells of your eyes reflecting an amused surprise, looking at me.
What was that alien form, was the creature alive, or a mere machine sent to trouble the peace of the chosen by some jealous minor deity?
I felt humbled by such beauty, on this faraway world: wondering about you, the myths and the science that had created you, perhaps the devils that besieged your soul.
Then you started answering me, wordlessly. Images flashed at great speed: the formation of this planet, the golden sea, the moons, enormous waves, people fleeing the floods, you and your tribe on top of a vertiginous cliff… Thunder, monstrous machines, a temple.
You were closer now, your arm lifted, palm extended…
The waves stood still, you were fading, and the vision fast dissolved in the grey dawn.