[The same unease and sense of warping will continue, but everything is as they left it, including their own footprints in the sand.
They head down the beach. The air starts to grow thick with the smell of ash and charcoal. Steam and smoke both rise from inland. The treeline slowly dots with black, the sand and rocks morphed into blackened mounds, into obsidian and pumice and crystals - signs of the travelling of fire and magma long since past.
There are small shadows in the treeline. Wildlife, perhaps, if not for how their eyes glow. But whatever they are, they take one look at Void Archive and immediately freeze.]
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They head down the beach. The air starts to grow thick with the smell of ash and charcoal. Steam and smoke both rise from inland. The treeline slowly dots with black, the sand and rocks morphed into blackened mounds, into obsidian and pumice and crystals - signs of the travelling of fire and magma long since past.
There are small shadows in the treeline. Wildlife, perhaps, if not for how their eyes glow. But whatever they are, they take one look at Void Archive and immediately freeze.]