The man gazed across the rolling hills of iron, pondering how anything could possibly grow in such an environment. Stooping down, he ran his fingers threw the silvering strands of grass, only to bring his hand out cut and torn by the titanium wool. Scattered across his view were glass orbs blinding him with reflections from the star. Just when the man thought he had seen it all, lights sprang into the sky in a dancing aura, dissipating and throbbing- the one thing in common to his once home Earth.
The energy it took to walk was tremendous, as the gravity of the planet was so strong. At the rate he was consuming his oxygen, the man knew the wonderland would soon be gone. Taking a deep breath, he leaned against the cold iron cliff, closed his eyes, and drifted off into oblivion.
Well, I feel like I had a great idea but that I butchered it with my amatuer pixeling skills, plus ran out of time at the end on the titanium wool. For the weekly challenge. Chalybous derived from a latin word for iron- chalybs.