— base offer a way up and into the sphere.

Wind curves around the sphere's exterior, unable to touch the metallic plating itself. The sensory nodes on her back pick up movement behind her and she glances behind her at the crest of the mountain.

There's no one there. She glances to either side of her before turning her attention to the stairs before her and ascending into the sphere itself.

It had taken her days to reach the base of the mountains. She followed the animal trails that wound up the side of the mountain for another day and a half, before she finally reached the peak.

The structure before her was a perfect sphere, reddish in color but not the color of rust.

*It reminds me of blood.*

Worn and dirty feet traverse down the path that leads to the base of the sphere, where a broken jagged path rises up to an opening at the bottom of the sphere. Stairs at the —