Me’thk’ow opened the doors to the large stone building and entered carefully, she did not want to disturb the ruin any more than she had to. This was her last visit and she wanted to make sure that she had captured the details correctly. Her carapace itched and her front claws needed a good oiling but that would need to wait. There was so little time before the planet was plunged back into the heliosphere of the red giant it orbited.
The beings of this world must have been gigantic, given the size of their structures. She had argued, as part of her thesis that these were their houses, made of gigantic stone blocks and wide steps to strange domed towers. Even ruined they were expansive and breath taking.
Her back claws chimed lightly as she scurried forward, each strike of her talons echoing in the vast cavern around her. She wondered what they were like, how they spoke, what their culture was like. There were hints from the statuary that still existed, their fierce features, flowing folds of skin and long broad wings. Not all of them were large, some were small and without the grace of the dominant people. She had discussed it at length with her senior academics and they agreed, these were pets, kept close for security by the winged-ones.
The heat of the red giant had burned away anything not made of stone but the vast arched structures at the end of each room remained, huge windows that the winged ones must have used to keep watch.
Checking her photos one last time, she scrambled over the fallen blocks and headed home, ready to submit her findings.
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