It's gleaming. It's glowing. It's shining. Brightly. An incandescent thing.
No, it's not shining now. As if the light was off. It's not even gleaming.
Oh, it's glowing again. On and off. On and off.
Is it sending signals? Does it want to say something?
Maybe somebody is standing there with a small pocket mirror. He-she-it is playing. Catching sunbeams. We say here: letting out little hares. Hares? No, I can't see any hares there. I can see there nobody. There's only this brightly gleaming patch. Can be water. A pool. A small after-flood pool. Small pool after small flood. This is a small river, a stream, and it can't make big floods – sometimes it only overflows. Too much water in too narrow bed and the meadow is so very flat. But there has been no flood lately. Neither big nor small. So, where could this pool come from? Maybe it's not a pool. Maybe this is just a piece of metal sheet. A big piece of silverish metal sheet. Not silver, but silverish – polished steel that looks like silver. Hard steel. Like an armour. Smooth like a mirror. You could see yourself in it. But if it is concave or convex your reflection would be distorted. Maybe distorted reflections are more true . . . . . Or maybe this is unusually shimmering coat of an unknown animal. Of a beast . . . . . Or a scale. A giant scale. Of a giant fish? A giant fish in this narrow shallow winding brook? So maybe it was a snake. A silver snake. No. I have never seen here a snake. Any snake. Maybe I was not looking carefully enough. Maybe it is too cold here for them. But you can meet lizards. So maybe it was a lizard. Great, big silver lizard. But big silver lizards don't live here. Neither here nor there. Nowhere in vicinity and in distant areas. So, it must have been a dragon. A metallic fossil of a dragon . . . . . An ossified imp?
Or maybe it is a tortoise? But tortoises don't live here. If it is a tortoise, then it must be one of those who carry the earth on their shells. A giant tortoise in the shell made of elektron. Of chryselefantine. A top of its shell has emerged from under the ground. Well, the curve of the shell indicates it might be a snail rather. The world can be carried on four giant snails, can't it? On strong snails with marvellously convoluted shells. Or conchs . . . . . . . No. Impossible.
Or maybe a knight? It happens quite often that enchanted knights sleep under a mountain. They wear gorgeous armours. Whole their bodies are covered with armours. They wear even steel gloves. And suddenly one of the fingers could have emerged. Or a knee. But a knee would be too big. Then maybe a heel. No, if it is a part of knight's body, definitely it must be a finger.
But it might be just a letter. Or a sign. Yes. A sign. A sign cut out of silverish, mirror like, film. To let clouds reflect in it. A kind of art installation. A kind of abandoned machine. A bizarre machine. Absolutely extraordinary. Instead of getting rusty it is getting silvery bright. Must be some sort of space technology. Yes. Certainly. It is a UFO. The UFO has just landed and it has a shape of a mercury pool.
What a bullshit!
A silver shit? Silver shiny shit? SSS.
Or maybe a broken matrix of the LCD has just started to shine? Tomorrow there will be a black hole in this very place, a black spot surrounded with halo.
Tomorrow nothing will be seen. Not even a trace of this strange phenomenon. A misty memory will remain. Again a riddle will not be solved on time.