They walked up the hill, over its ridge. There were some trees on the left, and a kind of dusty path bent up another slope nearby, ascending gently up. The sun went behind a cloud perhaps as we came to this place, because the lighting seemed to darken, almost to mauve. Jeff gasped. the others looked at him.

This place, it’s like a recurring dream. I’ve seen it many times

This is very, very strange.

I don’t like it here.