So they are finally here.
Enjoy the story of Martin Cole as he embarks on another journey through space and time.
This time, it’s different. ANRAC has left but the Monoliths remain. Always there to remind us that we are not alone in the universe. The day of reckoning is coming.
Excerpt of the story, Chapter 2
The monolith stood on the edge of the desolate plain, black and smooth as a raven's wing. Its surface swallowed light, turning the sun’s feeble rays into cold, mocking shadows. No one knew how long it had been there, not really. Some said centuries, others millennia. It didn't matter.
Martin Cole trudged across the cracked earth, a scarf wrapped around his face to keep out the dust. He was searching for something, though he wasn’t quite sure what. A relic of the old world, maybe, or a sign that things could get better. People in the settlements whispered about treasures left behind before the Fall, technology that could save them from the slow death creeping across the land. But Martin had stopped believing in saviors a long time ago.
As he approached the monolith, he felt its pull, an almost magnetic tug that drew him closer. He'd heard the stories, of course. Everyone had. They called it the Pillar of Shadows. It was said to grant visions, show you things you needed to see, though the outcome was seldom pleasant. Many who visited never returned. Those who did were changed, hollow-eyed and haunted.
But Martin was desperate. He had nothing left to lose.
The air grew colder the nearer he got, and the world around him seemed to grow dimmer, as if the monolith was draining the life from everything. He reached out a tentative hand and touched its surface. It was smooth, like polished stone, but cold, so cold it burned.
And then the visions began.
