REPORT FROM AN EMPTY PLANET
On the 27th day, we found the lone structure, it’s perfect sheet of molten sand un-smashed. We’d encountered nothing like it anywhere on the planet.
Almost nothing remained of the former inhabitants. No sentient creatures survived whatever happened here.
Only the flora thrived, pollen borne on the wind.
Something was written in an alien script behind the molten sand, but we could not translate it. We would leave that to the curators.
“If only we knew its use.” Green Goddess sighed.
“Perhaps this was a place of worship.” I suggested. We filed our report and flew back to the mothership.