It was a crisp, clear morning over the skies of Siberia. The sun had just begun to rise, casting a soft golden light over the snow-covered landscape.
Life in the cities below moved at its usual pace; people bustled about, traffic hummed along the streets, and the distant mountains stood silent.
Then, something strange began to happen.
High above the skies, two enormous shapes materialized dispersing the clouds around it. They were massive, sleek, and futuristic, painted in white and blue.
They moved slowly, as if observing the world below.
A glint of light caught the eye of a young boy playing in a snowy field outside his home.
He squinted up at the sky, shading his eyes with his gloved hand. What he saw made his heart skip a beat—a massive, white object slowly descending through the clouds.
"Papa!" he called, running toward his father, who was chopping wood nearby. "Look at that!"