In the midst of utter darkness, only ghostly flames emitted a faint glow, lighting up the road through the shadows.
A mass of rolling black light fell from the sky, crashing heavily onto the road, tumbling ceaselessly in the darkness.
Around the black light, from time to time, appeared one ghost after another, faces numb, eyes hollow and lifeless, all drifting aimlessly along this road.
As time passed, the light of the darkness withdrew, turning into a lump of scorched black flesh, rolling forward along the road.
Gradually, that lump of black flesh began to take form, becoming the figure of a foreigner—deathly pale face, sunken eye sockets, hardly a hair left on his head.
He looked at everything around him, then turned back to glance into the dark sky, a trace of terror still lingering in his eyes.
At last, after so much effort, he had locked onto the coordinates and managed his descent.
