Answering The Call

Answering The Call

The ship followed the beacon in without issue. Clouds flew past, rivers ran below, and then dunes swept by in great waves. Each moving in their own direction at a tangent to that of the ship.  It traced a silver line across each, the only such mark on an otherwise unblemised world. 

A temple lay snuggled in the dunes, atop it the beacon calling forth. To the ship’s holographic view it shown bright, casting a ray to the heavens and beyond. But the pilot ignored it, as they gathered at the loading bay. The ship could bring itself in. The pilot busied themself with reading for this new world.

In a locker they found a cloak and breathing apparatus. An empty holster hung there as well. They ran a gloved hand over it, but then slowly shut the door leaving it behind. The message they’d received gave no warning, nothing to warrant a trip to the armory. And if they really needed help the ship would be mere meters away.

The air went dry as the ship matched the pressure outside and the ramp lowered. For being so close to the sea, the area surrounding the temple was remarkably not humid. The wind blew from inland, driving the dunes towards the waves.


Today’s art is courtesy of Giorgos Tsolis from Lefkada, Greece.

Belabor The Point

Belabor The Point

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