The late night sky looked cold and frightening next to the thick foliage that surrounded the river. It was actually cold, close to freezing, yet he decided to sleep here in the tent, to avoid for one night the continual noise from the city. A bloody moon was just rising behind the pine-covered mountain ridge and looking above he saw the great ``W' shape of Cassiopeia. The tent was already installed and the fatigue was slowly taking over.
Inside, the sleeping bag swallowed him quickly while the slumber enveloped his body like a cocoon. Dreams started soon coming and going in a whirlpool of colors and shapes.
The soothing sound of the flowing water, only five meters away, seemed to gradually become louder. Frequent splashes in the shallow waves were interrupting its music. And he woke up.
The thought of a boar crossing the river made him reach for the lantern and get out quietly. After just a few steps, the stream became visible in the moonlight, and then he saw them, marching through the water upstream in parallel lines, hundreds and hundreds of golden fish-like creatures. Some of them reached over half a meter in length and all had lizard-like legs. Astonished, he turned the light on, remarking that the other shore has totally changed from the evening. Trees with huge trunks and blue leaves, similar to baobabs, were spread over the entire slope. Even the sky looked completely alien that way, covered by the arms of a huge, unknown galaxy. The boundary between his world and the other was marked in midair by a fuzzy area with bluish sparks. A huge and beautiful insect, with three pairs of violet wings landed on his shoulder.
The march of the strange creatures was continuing along the river. Now a sound of drums was audible, too. Then, suddenly, everything faded and the landscape came back to the familiar configuration. The unusual phenomenon had lasted only two or three minutes. Yet, on his shoulder, he could still see the alien being. Not adapted to the unfamiliar environment, probably affected by the cold temperature, it died a few moments later. With utmost care, he took the creature in his hands and placed it in an empty glass.
In the morning, everything seemed only the memory of a dream. But the glass with the fragile body of the alien insect proved the things to be otherwise. Back in the city, while preparing for work, he heard the news on TV:\newline
``... unusually high tides were observed in several coastal locations. Some scientists believe that this phenomenon could be related to an invisible massive object passing in the close vicinity of Earth. Supplementary investigations are needed in order to prove this hypothesis. Several fishing boats also reported that...'