A lonely song cut through the night. It was low and weighed heavily. A heaviness only lesser so than the darkness which overtook the entire world they knew. With the only light offered being the dark, bloodied dim glow of a blood moon.

Journey had seen them before. Many times, in fact. But nothing so stark as this. Nothing so engulfing as this. Yet Journey in her time being born to this world, had learned that this place was far different from so many others she had tread. Filled with foreign gods and magic, all which was unstable as fuck.

Creeping closer to the source of prayer, she was certain even with the powerful eyes she held in this body, it would be nothing compared to the sight she had held as a bird. She tread lightly, so as to not tread too closely. Halló?