II


As Sebastian slid his way down the grassy slopes towards the protruding formation, he began to notice the transcendent light that once cast an empyrean glow was dissipating all around him. The vibrant grass which had once been a ghost-green-cerulean was now beginning to sink into the murky and dim corners of itself. The light that shimmered from the dark onyx stone slabs was now fading into the background amongst the winding landscape which began to mirror the boundless night sky. The peculiar and once omnipresent moon was starting to set behind the closing skyline; beginning its rotation towards the dark side of Belfour. Sebastian's possessed composure began to twitch at the sight of the valleys disappearing from him. Soon everything around him would be swept in a blanket of leaden darkness. How could he possibly find his ship now? The planetary elements were not on his side and Sebastian began to stride as fast as he could along Belfour's surface, hoping to at least make it to the ruins before the true nightfall descended.

As Sebastian was more than halfway to the stone amalgamation he began to hear a droning whir creeping from the shadows around him; like a coiling wind, but the grass remained still. The augural sound was unsettling and its fluctuating pitch filled Sebastian with a vague recollection of feelings from after the crash—jolts of panic and anger followed by an unspeakable sense of alarming trepidation. He could remember parts and pieces, almost like a dream; the decayed ruins, cursing out to the barren but lit sky, and the prophetic horrid melody that echoed from under every umbral rock and obscured corner. The other-worldly sonance stretched out from Belfour's darkness and something inside Sebastian told him it was coming for him.

Sebastian clawed the ground like a wounded animal, attempting to escape its unknown predator. Clutching and tearing at the grass as he crawled towards the only shelter ahead, pushing through any pain from his broken bone as the sound and darkness began to encircle all around him. The moon's light was fleeting faster than Sebastian faltering pace could keep up with. He began hyperventilating and his hands and knee were numb to the stone rubble that was now starting to sprawl beneath him. The monoliths laid ahead of him as he contended over stone masonry and broken walls sheathed by damp grimy moss. Bizarre hieroglyphics carved the surfaces of the slabs. Forlorn alien symbols and angles that uttered incalculable meanings became moist grooves for Sebastian to dig into as he clambered over them. He could no longer feel his body—his arms, or even his leg. Sebastian's heart was quiet and his thoughts saturated by the quivering frequency that grew and penetrated his every cell. The singing pitch reverberated from every dilapidated shamble and column, vibrating from every engraved scripture surrounding him; an eternal song carved from the walls and the desolate. His surroundings had effectively vanished into nothingness. The ground around him was wet and had a fetid copper stench, similar to that of a rotting body or blood. The towering monument beyond Sebastian's gaze glistened in the last of the cerulean moonlight as he laid under it screaming. Sebastian wept in a frenzy as the sound began pulling at him from the darkness like a bottomless void, finally reclaiming him as cosmic dust.