THREE FLASHLIGHT BEAMS swung over the facade of a construction. Now that Cherry was seeing one of the structures in real life and up close, there was no doubt in her mind that what she was looking at was not a geological phenomenon. The surface was too smooth and regular and three types of material in soft pink, green, and purple had been used to create it, each part slotting into the next to create a mosaic effect, but with no discernible pattern that Cherry could identify.
“Is it safe to touch, do you think?” Pearl asked softly.
“I don’t know why you’re whispering,” said Alun, his voice booming and echoing in the vast, dark chamber. “Nothing’s been alive in here for a long while. No one’s going to hear you.”
No one, and no thing, Cherry thought, wondering if they would be the first hu
