The thick misty air swept across the mountainous surface of the “alien” planet, blinding the sight of the shine of the crystal like rocks. Like a ice poll melting in the sun just waiting to be gobbled up. The shadow  of the ships was frightening in itself, and every second under there was like you was drowning in water. With a jagged and sharp edge, the ships swarmed overhead like mob of bees flying out of its hive going nowhere. It looked  like the end of the world, but only more scary. The floor was shaking, cracking and shuddering as they flew past and the air was getting filled up with the smell of fuel. The presance of the air was like it was whispering to each other, but not saying a word. The sun was like the air, it is their but you it. Each ship blocking the sun but going, it was like you was switching a light on and off so many times that it would stop working, or just blow up. It was only when the last ship past whe in realised how fast they were going. These massive sharp “things” were like rocks flying in the sky but…