Greg Emswiler

A Black Book Lightly

It was becoming glaringly obvious that Adam was lost. A looming black sky stretched out into forever above. Below, the black crystalline terrain faintly glowed exposing thin channels and ridges running in every direction. Together, the land and sky drew a horizon of jagged peaks and plummeting valleys. A crunch beneath his boot sent fragments of the brittle rock skittering across the surface. He came to a halt. The last thing he remembered was opening his backpack, but he no longer remembered when that was. "Where am I?" he called out apprehensively.