Premiere: O – Wells – Moldoom

The mountains were tall, the black tinged rocks could be seen jagged and abhorrent against the fluffy white clouds of which they poked through promptly. It were as if they’d touched down upon another planet, they were ghosts lost far from home, cold faint shadows dotted against a vast expanse and structures which had been here long before them.

The cold wind bounced and reverberated between the ragged cliff faces, blowing a dusting of snow downwards towards whatever lay beneath. How the hell they might ever make it down they did not know, for now all they could do was cling on for dear life.