Holding their hands in silent rapture, two hominids are standing on top of a bare, pink hill overlooking a vast gorge covered with thick, purple foliage. The sky is yellow. Several pink moons of different sizes float above the misty horizon. The hominids, one slightly taller than the other, are naked except for knee-high boots, elbow-length gloves, and skullcaps made of the same thin, silvery material. Their gleaming skins are pale-green with large orange freckles. Their bodies are slender, but their heads are large and pointed at the back. “How lucky we are that our forebears let their planet of birth perish,” whispers the smaller hominid at last. “How true,” responds the taller one firmly and motions with the free hand as if to brush something off. “Long ago I found a few startling images of that godforsaken planet, and it looked simply horrendous.” “How very true,” whispers the other and makes the same motion with the free hand. Still holding hands, they make a few quick hops on the spot before starting their slow descent.