Literature
One Way to Navigate a Forest Made of Gold
Eric sat in front of the northwestern perimeter fence, staring at it. There were hundreds of things going through his mind. The most notable was, of course, concerning the fence. It was fall, at least he thought so. The trees had begun to change from their usual bright blue to a dark red. He had been on the planet for most of the summer; however the idea of autumn on another planet intrigued him. He loved the autumn on Earth and he hoped the one here would be better.
But he wanted to see it firsthand. And that was the difficult part. They probably wouldn’t just let him leave. And even if he did sneak out, it would be dangerous. Inbens