From Work in Progress...

"The city loomed about him, dim and silent. Nothing stirred within its houses and shops, standing dull and lifeless as stone, the same nothing color as the rocks he’d once stacked as a child, building monoliths to gods that did not exist. Everything was familiar—it was just as he remembered his old neighborhood—but empty, the sky grim and flat, its borders hazy, obscured by a fog that grew thicker the farther from his childhood home he stalked, until it was a blackness that churned, a darkness with a name, but one he did not know."