The long night descended once again.
Unlike its usual brazen manner, an arthropod-like creature cautiously poked its head out from a broad leaf.
It widened its six pairs of tiny eyes and raised its head to look at the sky.
The night was deep.
By all rights, it should have been safe.
But yesterday's lesson had taught it that an age of peace had yet to arrive. Even at night, it still needed to be cautious.
It inched down the thick, sturdy trunk toward the ground, ready to turn and flee at any moment.
On its way down, it spotted the enormous circular crater in the distance.
Beside that crater, the towering trees looked as insignificant as ordinary twigs.
It stopped, a faint trace of fear appearing in its six pairs of eyes.
The events of the previous night slowly resurfaced in its mind.
An enormous ball of light, accompanied by a pleasantly warm "sunbath"...
By all rights, that should have been a sign of something good.
But this time, it had been the scythe raised high by the Grim Reaper!
Who knew how many of its kind had died in that sudden catastrophe?
A trace of sorrow showed in the depths of its eyes.
But as it continued downward, the distant crater gradually disappeared behind the crooked trees, and it put that terrible memory behind it.
It reached the ground.
It carefully surveyed its surroundings.
Nothing was out of the ordinary.
The forest at night was as peaceful as ever.
Heavy rain had fallen during the day.
Unable to enjoy a "sunbath" because of the weather, it was now ravenous and desperately needed to find some energy-rich food.
At that moment, it recalled the dangerous "feast" from the night before.
It took a few casual bites of some disk-shaped