In the desolate wastes of another planet, one that seemed to have a total of only three moons lighting it up, the world bore a crimson hue that painted the landscape with a touch of eerie majesty.
If not for the planet being a wasteland of desert, devoid of terrestrial beasts and habitats, it would have surely been considered a spectacle to behold—something otherworldly, something unforgettable.
On the desert ground of the planet, there were two large ships seated on its soil. The red sand beneath was scattered violently into the air by the heat and wind from the thrusters, still active and roaring, distorting the scenery with waves of rising heat.
And then... they went silent. A sharp hush overtook the valley of silence. Each party within the ships had finally decided to stop—perhaps they had come to talk... or maybe to end what remained.
