The silence hung in the dense air, cloistered in the darkness like a waiting beast.
“You are describing an insect, c-cccccorrect?” Came a jagged reply from the deep void in front of them; the speaker – an old-world machine they had barely gotten working – spat and fizzed when it spoke, if it did at all.
They were fine with that. The summer sun had finally dipped down, and the cool of night’s shade was a balm. Talking to the dark was a strange comfort, so far from home.