One day, an alien was there. It moved like we’ve never seen before. It didn’t walk, it didn’t hover, it didn’t crouch, and it didn’t roll. It did nothing of that all.
The alien had a shape in which we couldn’t recognize anything. It was not something we saw here on earth, it was distinct from everything.
The alien had a color we couldn’t understand. No yellow, no red, no blue, no white nor black. We tried to grasp, but we can’t.
And when it made a sound, it was not a sound. It was something, I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t taste, and it was not something I fell. But it was there, but also wasn’t. I am not sure, it was a pure alien, I am sure.