The planet’s night, so shrouded by cloud that not a single star is visible, is nevertheless lit by billions of tiny sparks in every colour imaginable; they zip through the air like tiny shooting stars, leaving trails of light in their wake. It’s a sight so amazing that Amy doesn’t realise she’s holding her breath until she starts feeling light-headed.
“It’s beautiful! What are they?”
“Insects, like fireflies but more complex. Each colour is a different species; they swarm on the darkest night of the year to find mates and breed. It’s one of the greatest spectacles in the universe.”