In a few hours the planets sun wound down and the night was aglow with the nebula. A huge golden arc-the gas giants rings-climbed on the horizon until the night was yellow. It cast purple shadows. Lotus-like flowers, big as house cats, bloomed with audible pops. They cast streams of scented clouds to the languid breeze. Fat insects glowed, swooping by, rumbling like clockwork aereoplanes. Reptilian things glided in sweeps through the moist night air, cackling. Suddenly then, like a red god come to survey the dawn of a new universe, the magenta gas giant rose up to join it's rings. It would come to fill half the sky. Vince thought of Tyrin and Rip but the comparison could be made for countless inhabited moons that orbited gas giants. Rip hadn't been this full of primordial power since its dawn, if ever. This place is a life carnival. Something eerie and intangible in the air. Something is watching me.