A PLACE OF GEARS

I'm a member of a flight crew on a mission to relocate our town. My plane goes down partway through. I'm the only survivor.

I wake up in a dark space on top of a gear of some type. Everything is moving around me. There's a presence. I feel drawn to go deeper into this area, but that feeling carries a sense of dread. My feet move robotically, and I get more terrified as I move. I'm close to the end, but I finally break free of the influence leading me forward and I rush away. I fumble through the dark for days but eventually escape that place.

I'm in another world maybe. There's no sign of my flight crew. The world is all mossy green and stacks of stone. I see something on the horizon.

It's a convoy of vehicles. They're all chained together. It's nearing evening and they're parked. As they come into view, someone notices me. They're surprised and afraid to see a person approach. They call out to me, ask me what I want. I tell them I'm lost. The only survivor of my aircrew that I know about.

They take me in and explain why they're chained up. A terrifying being calls out to the minds of those around it to try to draw them in. It's goals are unknown, but every victim is led into a dark place filled with moving gears.