As Below So Above

When the second sun had finally set on the harsh desert planet, the sands came alive.
In the cool of the double night, the astronaut followed the shaman’s directions. There, on a moonlit patch of high desert, he found it: a cluster of plants said to hold the voice of the planet-god itself.
Under his feet, a game of cat and mouse played out as it had for centuries before his arrival, and would long after be left.
The astronaut edged closer to the cactus to collect a sample, unaware that he too was being hunted. That the moment he set foot on this planet, he joined its food chain.
As below, so above.