They were surprised and stopped their work for a moment.
Commander Evans looked towards the place where the meteor had hit. His eyes were wide with curiosity. He turned to the others and said, "Let us go there." He wanted to see the crater and the place where the meteor had struck. He thought it would be interesting and maybe they could find new kinds of rocks. But Dr. Thorne was not so sure. He shook his head and replied, "Usually, the meteors will fall many times on the moon, so do not care about it." He thought it was a normal thing and that they should focus on their planned work. He did not want to waste time or take any risks. Commander Evans listened, but he still felt curious. Mark Chen stood between them, not sure what to say. For a moment, everyone was quiet. Then, Commander Evans made his decision. He said, "I am going." He started walking towards the place where the meteor had hit. Dr. Thorne and Mark Chen watched him go. They were worried but also knew that Commander Evans was very experienced. They decided to wait and continue their work nearby. Commander Evans walked alone across the grey surface, stepping carefully, heading towards the unknown.Commander Evans walked alone across the grey surface. His boots left deep prints in the dusty ground. The place where the meteor had hit was not far. He could see a dark crater ahead. His heart was beating fast, but he told himself it was just a rock. He had come to the moon to explore, and this was part of the adventure. The other astronauts watched him from a distance. Dr. Thorne spoke through the radio and said, "Be careful, Commander." Mark Chen stood next to Dr. Thorne, both of them watching the dark hole in the ground. Commander Evans replied, "I will be fine. I am just going to take a quick look." He kept walking, step by step, getting closer to the crater. The black sky above him was full of stars, but the crater below looked darker than anything. When he reached the edge, he looked down and stopped. His breath caught in his throat.
Inside the crater, something was moving. It was not a rock. It was soft and wet. It looked like jelly, but it was a sickly pale color, almost white, with veins of black running through it.