The great swamp of Lunis encircles the planet like a collar, forming a wide band that divides the grasslands and mountains of the North from the vast central desert. When the enormous red sun finally sinks below the horizon, the bright crescent of the first moon is already up, swiftly followed by two more, scratching the sky’s surface like the claw marks of some terrible three-toed beast. Under the purple light of the moons, plants and insects fluoresce, their light refracting through the wet air in an eerie glow. The forest sings, sweet and poisonous. There are beetles the size of a dog, their carapaces shiny as wet vinyl, and harder than an armoured tank. There are birds the size of humans, with beaks long and twisting like drill bits, or curved into cruel scythes. Their plumage is black and gleams with oily reflections like petrol spilled on water. In the hot, dark dampness below the canopy, amongst vast lakes of viscous black liquid, wet things hiss and slither. We know so little about the Great Swamp of Lunis. Our probes do not last for very long.
--- Text by Kate M Tyte
--- Video from images created using @Midjourney (using part of the text as a prompt)
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