The capsule hangs suspended in mid.. air? space?
The waves pass by underneath, while the orbs eject their particles in various directions.
The maelstrom they create underneath could be black hole as much as eyes peering out into the subreality created by the crafty mind of Salvador Dali or his peers.
The mind reels trying to comprehend what it sees, the air has that metallic taste of energy sparking everywhere.
The cargo snakes out in a spiral ending nowhere.
This unit has no idea what it sees before it.
Perhaps it has to be seen to be believed.
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