It was as if she had a prolonged dream, a dream full of bizarre light and shadows. Faye found herself transformed into a tiny insect, wandering in a city filled with steel, glass, and deathly stillness.
This was a very strange city, with no shops or citizens, only insect-like creatures shambling about like zombies, and continuous tombstones, which were much larger than the insects.
Beyond that, some insects retained their senses, but they merely stared up at the steel firmament above, futilely calling the name of their master.
Who could their master be? It seemed the city had long been devoid of people. Could those tombstones be their masters?
If that were the case, then their cries were doomed to be meaningless.