The three space explorers stood at the survey site and took in the towering ribbons of pink crystal. The geologist took a sample.
“Spectrometer was right. High NaCl concentration with widespread iron impurities. God, it must be something to see them form during storm season.”
“When windspeed tops 200 meters per second?” the pilot asked.
Their boss looked up at the formations. “Gathered by sacred winds, these unique salt crystals form pillars local shamans believe reach Heaven itself.”
“This planet is uninhabited.”
“Not if we’re going to sell this stuff for a thousand credits a box to the hub worlds.”

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