They trod with great caution. Below them lay an endless expanse of dusty grey tubes and factory ventilators, remnants of a past civilization unknown to them, all of which wound and snaked and coiled into a mesh of waste that spiraled erratically into heavy darkness. The air was laden with the breath of the dead, but it was not stale; for above them was an immense skylight whose broken glass panels, partially fogged by eons of dust and inactivity, gave way to a clear view of the night sky beyond. It was a calm and quiescent sky, devoid of anything but a soft, luminescent blue that spilled gently over watery edges of blackness.

In a timeless dimension like this, it was a distant reminder of flowing time.