Meteor Crash

The vegetation here is plagued with rampant crystals of changing color, sometimes sky blue, sometimes angered red or caustic green. A deafening silence has fallen on the pine trees. No bird sings, no bee buzzes, no doe softly runs away amidst the low branches. Yet, you can feel a discomforting presence all around you. As if something was there. Everywhere. In the dirt you tread on, in the shadows you see, in the air you breathe… Something menacing yet invisible, something otherworldly yet very close.