As ethereal as it would ever be, the expedition crew was astounded by the unmooring scene of whiteness outside of the traveling machine.

“Wow, sick shit!”

Georgie tightened his helmet and opened the door.

Unidentifiable ashes floated through the gapes between his figures as the tip of his glove touched what appeared to be a white coral.

“What did you find?”

Muriel peeked out of the door while adjusting her belt, but the moment she sat her eyes on Georgie, he had just touched the coral and in a millisecond, the white coat of the coral scattered, like an explosion, revealing what looked like a dead tree branch underneath.

“Oh, no!”

Miriel cried as she tried to drag Georgie inside, but it was way too late as the powders had fallen and quickly covered Georgie’s body. In less than a minute, he became indentical to rest of fake corals. Stupefied, she peered further and there she was, alone on a planet among an endless forest of white corals.