Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 210: Susurration at dw100.

Summary: There are still many beautiful and unspoilt worlds in the universe.

The planet was an unspoiled wilderness, largely made up of wide-open plains and dense, ancient forests where most of the native creatures made their homes. Martha couldn’t help wondering if it was a bit like earth must have been millennia ago, before apes came down out of the trees and evolved into humans.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed, entranced, as she sat on a fallen tree trunk, listening to the susurration of the breeze blowing through the leaves high above her. It reminded her of the sound of waves upon a distant shore.

She hoped civilisation would never reach this place.

The End