The panels I collected found a new home in the ground before my feet; now a forgotten relic of an alien world I had abandoned. What treasure? What bounty?! There was no value greater in my mind than the odor of butchered meat.
The smell hung; thick, and caustic, upon every breath. Strong enough to make you dizzy. The moisture impregnated the soil with its congealed nectar, causing its cloying hold to clasp desperately onto your soles. Trapped.
No escape. My breathing grew labored, and forced, as I remained rooted to the spot — not unlike my arboreal masters leering stoically overhead, and behind — I was ostensibly paralyzed by the sight. Beaming sunlight glistened over reflective pools of burgundy viscera.
