A Speaker for the Dark

Marc and Erin had not yet made it to the clearing. They were beginning to doubt they ever would.

Distress

Through the winding, forceless chasms of the outer void, a beacon chimed its detectable pulses without end, without expectation of a return.

When I awoke, the darkness overwhelmed.

“So, tell me about this dream again.”

Detective Jax “Diamond Eye” Bishop couldn’t crack it. Not yet.

The plan was to play some games, as always.

Exen, keenly reposed in newly coursing adrenaline, rises to the sound of extraterrestrial cheers.