Chapter 65 – Visitation

• “Oh, wow,” Anton says, straightening from his place at my side to gaze out over the black lake, shimmering like a flat expanse of rippled obsidian before us. “That’s…incredible.”
• And he’s right. I stare in awe at the sight before me – the lake, ringed by a wide expanse of dark pines, shining with the orange and blue and silver light of three moons hanging above it. An incredible sight – the sort of thing to which photography or paintings could never truly do justice.
• “Yeah, it’s pretty,” Orion says with a proud smile, crossing his arms over his chest.