Connie walked up the hill slowly, looking around her at all the strange sites. The imposing shadow rose from out of the middle of nowhere. It appeared to be a building made of a dark, soot-coloured stone and surrounded by a field of bright red roses – roses so bright and alive they seems almost… otherworldly.
She entered the building, not exactly sure where she was or what she was doing there. The cold stone seemed to breathe and pulse as if it were alive.
Connie glanced about, unsettled by the fact the strange beings moving around her acted as if it were just another ordinary day. They were all colours of the rainbow, with fins and huge, vacant eyes. The creatures moved from the entrance to the building’s elevator, never once making a sound or even acknowledging anyone else was there.
Connie’s body tingled and began to shimmer with an unknown force. It tickled and she marveled at the feeling. She felt herself rising as if her body had dissolved to mist – rising higher and higher towards the building’s roof.
As she reached the roof, Connie shuddered as one of the old passersby walked right through her. She drifted over to the edge of the building and looked out at the night. The sky was clear, moonless, and gorgeous. Stars glittered across the arc of the sky in an extravagant, misty sprawl of light. The warm wind was blowing – blowing ferociously hard – but Connie could not feel it.
Gazing out at this beautiful starscape, she became of the pinkening dawn sky. Time seemed to pass faster at this level, and she was amazed. Marveling at the coming day, that was when Connie spied it. It was a looming, inky death bag hovering over the edge of the city – moving with great speed and aimed right at the soot-coloured building.
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