Greyness filled the landscape. The trees, bare of all vegetation, were silvery and ethereal, but lifeless. Fog clung to everything, wiping out any remaining speck of colour or dynamism. The ground was dark and rocky.
Hurtling towards these same jagged ebony stones, Zenya realised that the terror was gone. No longer was the approach alien to her. She knew exactly when to slow and pull up, just as she knew what colourful secrets lay beyond the landscape's dullness. Vunerth felt like home, now.
For that, she was inexplicitly grateful. She had lost two homes, thanks to monumental betrayal. This third, though, held an unimaginable amount of love. The planet itself seemed disconcerting when one approached it, but the beings who inhabited it were some of the kindest people that she had ever met.
