The name of the planet was completely forgotten in the tremor of the crash.
The trajectory of the Seed Capsule cutting through the atmosphere was like a bleeding comet, tearing the curtain of the primordial planet's dusk. The roar of the massive impact echoed repeatedly through the valley, like a heavy, mournful sob of the earth. The wreckage was deeply embedded in the crevices of the dark red rock layer, and billowing smoke rose from the end of the gouged-out trench. The pale, twisted, and broken cross-sections of metal gleamed in the setting sun like the residual bones of a giant beast.
Dead silence. Only the "click" of metal cooling and contracting could be heard.
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