Martian Rainforest 39

It was raining on Mars. A light, misty rain that felt magical and dreamlike as it fell through the trees and flowers of the Martian rainforest. The air was thick with the scent of orchids, which grew in profusion among the other exotic plants. The forest floor was a carpet of green, soft mosses and ferns, punctuated by bright splashes of color from the flowers. Birds sang in the branches overhead, their songs carrying strange melodies that seemed to be from another world entirely. Everything about this place felt alien and surreal, as if I had stepped into a different reality altogether. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before – and yet somehow it felt familiar too, as if I had been here before in a previous life…