Twisted Slough enshrined in crematoria

as they trailed the faded scent tachyon became less and less familiar with his surroundings. at first, the new landscape was breathtaking -- jutting blue ridges, rolling and boundless hills -- but now it filled him only with a sense of dread. for even here in this unknown frontier the bugs had came and swallowed life, leaving nothing but desolate twigs and dirt in their wake.

tachyon was silent as he followed lasher, his features drawn in a semblance of solemnity. he had lost the scent a long time ago, and was having difficulty concentrating.