Two Worlds Collide
Picture this place. Look down on it from above, as if you're falling down to earth from somewhere up above. As you approach the ground you see a wide expanse of green, interspersed with red. When you get closer you realise the green is a vast, endless cover of trees. They stretch out in every direction, from horizon to horizon. Bright, clear, lively green, soaking up sunlight. A streak of red winds its way through it. As you pass over it you can tell it's a road, a dusty road of red sand that snakes its way through the sea of green, twisting and bucking this way and that. You notice that it bends around corners and folds itself around rusty-coloured angular shapes that on closer inspection reveal themselves to be outcrops of red sandstone, the same colour as the dirt on the road. Here there's a long line of low, steep cliffs plunging down into the green of the ocean of trees; it is punctuated by a tall pointy pyramid sticking out at one end of it, like an excl