The wind was hot and dry, the walls made of a strange stone that illuminated the room without flame or electricity, both things that were not needed here, the space already so blistering, though its inhabitants would rarely notice. And in this room sat one of those, a man of decent height who was now lying atop a large slab of stone, this one an average grey. He had one leg hanging lazily off of this platform, swaying gently; his other propped up, one hand beneath his head, the other twirling a small circle of fluorescent orbs, all different pastel shades. His expression was bored and disinterested as his hand moved, and finally that paused as well. He jolted himself up, sitting with legs off the perch he’d taken, the orbs pulsing gently in his grasp, though now they did not dance so beautifully by his urging.

            He looked around the room now, empty but for himself, and those orbs, this room was always empty, and was why he often inhabited it, but today he found it suffocating in the stillness. He hopped onto the ground lightly, his shoes hardly making a clack, the shiny polished coal color shoes seemed to reflect the strange amber light from around him as he walked, once more twirling the objects just above the palm of his hand. He walked out into a dim hall, the stones either less luminous, or perhaps behind other layers of stone, and so left him without enough light to see by, but this was no trouble for a being such as he. His black suit seemed to make him one of the shadows, his crimson colored shirt beneath was like a chest of blood stained silken fur. His hair was as black as night and swished softly as he moved, just touching the tops of his ears, and his eyes though dark shone with the red light that seemed present in every wall.

            The hall opened out into a barren landscape, a dark colored earth neither red nor brown, as if so much blood had seeped into the dirt that it could not rid itself of it even with heavy rain, though that was seldom seen in itself. He wandered forward, ever spinning the orbs, their pulsing light soft but insistent, foreboding. The sky was nearly the color of the earth, like a sea reflecting the sky this air reflected what was bellow, the sun hidden behind some unseen cloud so high above. Had he not known better perhaps he would have guessed that it was just more glowing stone in place of that star in the space above, but he knew that wasn’t the case. He stopped walking finally by a dark pool, the color of a night sky, a dark blue or purple, so dark as to appear black, and it seemed not like water, but more viscous. He peered into it and was pleased when the orbs pulsed more fervently.