She prayed that a God would come from the skies and carry her away to bright adventures. But when he came in a metal globe, she knew only disappointment--for his godliness was oddly strange! It was twilight on Venus--the rusty red that the eyes notice when their closed lids are raised to light. Against the glow, fantastically twisted trees spread claws of spiky leaves, and a group of clay huts thrust up sharp edges of shadow, like the abandoned toy blocks of a gigantic child. There was no sign of clear sky and stars--the heavens were roofed by a perpetual ceiling of dust-clouds.…
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