“I’ve visited this planet in my dreams.” A beautiful woman, who was much older than she looked, assessed Earth from the open window of her craft. “But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter.” Against the blue cloth of the sky, the fragile pink puffs seemed harmless. However, upon closer inspection, she could see their metallic sheen. Chemtrails. The US Government had been using them for decades to track and spy on crafts like her own. She laughed. She wanted them to find her.
The pink fluff was growing when Sabrina heard the noise. The ticking in her chest sped up. The world was shifting like some strange, subdued creature calling out.
“They thought our magic was gone,” she said to no one, knowing her words would filter into the pink haze and startle human ears. She laughed again. “Come get me!”
“But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter
Against the blue cloth of the sky”