The snow continued to crunch beneath Damon's feet as the two advanced through a region where gigantic crystalline formations rose from the ground like petrified forests. Some of these structures were so tall that they disappeared into the whitish clouds above them, while others seemed to have been deliberately sculpted by some ancient intelligence. The longer he spent in that place, the more Damon felt that he wasn't walking through a natural landscape. There was a strange intention hidden in every mountain, every valley, and every block of ice that appeared on the horizon.
The feeling was difficult to explain.
It was like walking inside someone's dream.
Or worse.
Inside the memory of someone who no longer distinguished between dream and reality.
