What passes for plant life on this world is crystalline in nature. Clumps of ‘leaves’ sharp as knives, and equally sharp spikes in scintillating colours, that sprout straight from the ground. ‘Trees’ that are rocky obelisks and towering spires clothed in clusters of tiny prismatic crystals that cause rainbows to appear everywhere whenever the sun’s light catches them just right. Lichen-like crusts cover pebbles and boulders alike, turning them into bejewelled works of art.
It’s dazzling and breathtaking; Martha’s never seen anything so beautiful, but it’s also hazardous, far too easy to cut yourself. She wouldn’t want to live there.