Hello everyone. Long-time lurker here, and have decided to start posting some of my scenes. Plants generated from the Bryce tree lab. I'm doing a series of an extrasolar world, more scenes to follow. Enjoy. Welcome to Chloron. The first widely abundant plants encountered are the black tongues. They grow in patches of around a dozen blades each. They range in coloring from black to deep, dark blue. They rise of the water from about one meter to half that size. It is one of the few species of black plants that are not harmful. The black tongues are probably a food source to the native herbivores; if there is a such thing on Chloron. I also noticed that the plant does not grow in the deeper parts of the marshes, rooting only in the shallow areas. At a particular angle, these plants reflect the light and give off a glossy sheen. Quite unusual and unlike typical Earth-based plants, the tongues are not easy to tear away and feel a bit like plastic, fold like rubber when gripped and quickly morph back to its original shape when released. I glanced at the sensor glove; 60-degrees C. It was only mid-afternoon. The wetlands truly turned into a pressure cooker. The water level had now risen to one meter. The humidity was off the charts, and from every direction, you could see the faint trails of heat and steam waving up into the sky, slightly distorting the view. Massive condensation built up on the exterior of our E-suits, which eventually became completely soaked and drenched with scalding hot water. It was not raining, but the humidity was just the same. It would be impossible if we have to "run like mad" in the near future. Each step seemed to take more effort than the last one, thanks to the slimy buildup and the odd effect of our feet getting stuck in bottom of the seabed. A few minutes passed, then the fog revealed the edge of a grove consisting of dark-colored trees. Approaching closer, the trees had black palm-shaped leaves, and a whisker like growth sprouting from the edges. We proceeded through the black feather grove, advancing to the next site that Sobu would show me. The ground in this area was firmer and easier to walk upon, though the algae-like film still hampers us continually. The massive network of tree roots prevents the ground from turning into a thick layer of loose muck. We made every effort to walk around the black feathers when possible. However, in some areas where the trees cluster together, we have to crouch a bit and duck our heads. The black tongues grow in wild abundance throughout the grove. Their population greatly increased compared to beyond the dark orchard. They probably have some sort of symbiotic relationship with the black feathers in these parts of the swamp.