The sun melted into the horizon, illuminating the clouds in shades of crimson and gold. Below, the mountain’s jagged cliffs stood unyielding, their sheer faces almost infitinitely carved by the wind. Here, at the edge of the world, there was silence.
Then the ship arrived. It did not descend from the heavens in a blaze of fire, nor did it cut across the sky like an unwelcome storm. It simply appeared: silent, colossal, inevitable. It flew near the rocky peak, its metallic form gleaming in the fading light.