There was light around the bend in the hallway, a welcome sight considering they couldn’t see anything but. For once, Little Man was leading the group and was the first to see what was beyond the bend. Normally he was at the back chewing the Traveler’s ear off. He didn’t seem to mind though, and actively urged him to continue his story. In that sense, the Traveler got what he wanted. The other sense was, of course, getting to experience whatever the hell they were now looking at.

“You seeing this Dr. Case?”

“Sure am,” he responded. “They’re awfully tall, whatever they are.”

They sure were tall, spindly too, but not spindly in terms of stature. They were quite bulky actually, considering what they were doing it made sense. What made them spindly was what made them bulky to begin with. They resemble the frame of a house, mostly hollow, but more curvy and far more humanoid than house-oid. Upon the mossy slope that they climbed, they pushed equally as massive polished spheres. The way that they interfaced with their shinny cargo gave the impression that they had been purpose built to move it.

The group stepped out of the hallway and onto a platform suspended a few feet above the ground. Without warning, it began to slide uphill following a crude stone track. In keeping with the theme of this world, it made no noise, leaving its riders clueless as to what could move the piece of slate they stood upon. The world around them wasn’t completely silent, though. The sphere-hauling creatures they passed made plenty of noise: They groaned. It was unclear as to whether it was a groan of exhaustion or a groan like that of putting weight on a hardwood floor. But what does it matter? Either way, the stress of the ordeal made them ooze noise.