The Stone Gods

All the talk is of the new blue planet . . .

This new world weighs a yatto-gram. But everything is trial-size; tread-on-me-tiny or blurred-out-of-focus huge. There are leaves that have grown as big as cities, and there are birds that nest in cockleshells. On the white sand there are long-toed claw prints deep as nightmares, and there are rock pools in hand-hollows finned by fish . . .