You're traveling through another dimension-
a dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind,
a journey into a wondrous land
whose boundaries are that of imagination.
Your next stop, the twilight zone.
This is a jungle,
a monument built by nature honoring disuse
commemorating a few years
of nature being left to its own devices.
But it's another kind of jungle, the kind that comes
in the aftermath of man's battles against himself.
Hardly an important battle,
not a gettysburg or a marne or an iwo jima.
More like one insignificant corner patch
in the crazy quilt of combat,
but it was enough to end the existence of this little city.
It's been five years
since a human being walked these streets.
This is the first day of the sixth year
as man used to measure time.
Perhaps a hundred years from now, or sooner,
or perhaps it's already happened two million years ago.
The place?
The signposts are in english
so that we may read them more easily,
but the place is the twilight zone.
Here, invader... eat.
Eat.
The only reason i can see for our fighting
is that your uniform is a different color
than mine.
Do you understand my language?
I suppose not.
Anyway, i repeat...
there's no longer any reason for us to fight.
There are no longer any armies.
Only rags of various colors that were once uniforms
like the two sets of rags we wear.
There are no more boundaries, governments or noble causes,
therefore no reason to fight.
Hear ye! Hear ye!
Know ye, by these present, that i do
hereby declare peace upon the entire world!
You're very pretty, now that i see you clearly,
but i'm afraid the only way i could convince you
of my honorable intentions would be by force.
And i am terribly, terribly sick of fighting.
Hello, again.
Precrassny.
Put it on.
Go away.
Go away!
You go to take your war to more suitable companions.
This is civilian territory!
Precrassny.
This has been a love story
about two lonely people who found each other
in the twilight zone.
Rod serling, creator ofthe twilight zone,
will tell you about next week's story
after this word from our alternate sponsor.
And now, mr. Serling.
Literature is studded
with stories of ghost ships and skeleton galleons.
And next week onthe twilight zone
we take the old tale of a flying dutchman
and give it a coat of fresh paint.
This time the haunted ship is an aircraft.
It lands in a typical busy airport
and rolls up to the ramp, and it's at this point
that you find yourselves on a passenger manifest
of a flight that leads only to the twilight zone.
It's called "the arrival."
Hi. This is ed sullivan
reminding you that the colgate-palmolive company
also brings you star-studded entertainment on our show
on most of these same stations.