Acacia recoiled as the man placed the broken body before the small group of survivors. Blood rolled into the cracks, some moving to avoid the  crimson liquid that flowed under their feet. She looked up, and in the distance, she could see a faint glow in the endless darkness. She pointed and shouted to alert the others. She turned back and beckoned for others to follow her towards the source of the light. Some followed, others stood, hesitant as she made her way to the light, distant in the horizon shrouded in darkness. She turned back, watching the trail of lantern lights as the survivors made to reach the source of light.<br/><br/>After plodding on for what seemed like eternity, the light loomed in the distance. Instinctively, the warm light made her feel safe, protected. The ground was smooth, the white stone faces seemingly worn or shattered eons ago. She stood guard, watching as more survivors entered the light.<br/><br/>The source of light was a giant pile of lanterns, towering at least three times her height, the light causing her to squint each time she looked at it.