Trafalgar did not know where he was.
There was no Euclid around him, no mansion or usual mountains that he can always see from the window, nor road under his feet. Pale ground ran out in every direction, broken only by black stones jutting from the earth at odd angles.
The sky held no sun, and everything stayed visible under a dull grey light. He tried to remember how he had come here and found nothing before this moment, no journey and no battle that would explain it.
He set off toward one of the taller black formations in the distance. It looked near enough to reach in minutes, and after what felt like half an hour it stood exactly where it had been.
Trafalgar stopped and looked behind him.
His footprints ran back across the pale ground until they went out of sight, and when he turned again the formation was still waiting at the same impossible distance. 'What is this place?'
He went on faster, watching everything around him now
