Cyclopean stones with seamless joints, carved in impossible designs and intricate patterns, stretched far into the void. The flashes of wild energies and glistening halos, cast illumination on our surroundings.

There, in the calm of a small island where an intricate entrance stood, we set up our base. The hearty fire, combined with old songs and older spirits, was all we needed to regain our morale. On the soft sand of that alien place, we rested and made new plans.