The Farian ship lay silent and still, a fallen giant marooned amid a wilderness that defied understanding. Around it, towering trees stretched skyward, their bark pulsing faintly beneath a slick green surface like veins beneath skin. No wind stirred the thick, humid air, yet the branches whispered in a language older than memory. Between them, countless spores drifted, shimmering like shards of fractured glass under the twin suns, casting fractured rainbows over the ship's scarred hull. Far off, a steady, deep thrumming echoed—a rhythm so steady it felt like the planet itself was breathing.