Atlantis... this one word reeks of hoary antiquity and adventure. The bittersweet air of young Mars, unlike anything else, poured into the lungs. Groves of cactus-shaped trees quickly floated and flew into the distance, raising their needles into the turquoise sky to a height of hundreds or even more meters; wastelands overgrown with crimson grass, densely lined with the life-giving blue of canals; shallow and warm seas, occupying at least a third of the planet, tirelessly threw the white-foamed surf onto the shore, the wind rocked and drove sailing ships, similar to Greek triremes, to the port; a person hovered over crowded cities full of Atlanteans, ground and flying machines, buildings of outlandish shape - pyramidal, 20-30 floors high, somehow elusively reminding the earthling of both ancient Greek and Egyptian architecture.