“Here is the native species in a habitat similar to the one they would have originally lived in.”
Janta craned her long, slim neck to ensure a better view. “They’re all so beautiful. Black, brown, white. The many melodic languages soothe me.”
“I agree.” Her guide frowned. “But since they fought so much, their numbers dwindled. We captured the remaining ones and keep them under constant monitoring. For their own good.”
Janta examined her tentacles. Every member of her kind was green, their language static. She’d never understand why Earth’s first inhabitants failed to see the beauty in their differences.