[10] Ashes and Wind

Cold and desolate.

These were the words that came to Bentley's mind as she first looked upon the barren, grey landscape before her. The dark blue sky reminded Bentley of the cold winter mornings back on Earth, except there was no sun to provide any warmth, just frothy white clouds moving rapidly with the never-ending air currents. Down below, the landscape was like a frozen desert, filled with nothing but heavy silver rocks and ash-like sand. The chilly wind rushed over the rough hills in a ceaseless motion. If she still had her physical form, Bentley knew her hair and clothes would have been fluttering uncontrollably about her body. It honestly felt as though she were standing in a graveyard, minus the typical sanctuary-like comfort.