The first thing Luka notices is the absolute stillness of the city outside. Save for the rumbling of distant thunder, Far Haven is eerily quiet. Absent is the droning hum of industrial factories, or the roaring engines of planes overhead.

This would be great for his hangover, Luka thinks, if it wasn't so fucking creepy. As he tentatively explores further out, he picks up on the presence of the glowing cracks spread across the streets, pulsating with light.

Luka crouches close to the ground to inspect one of the smaller cracks, and, perhaps recklessly, reaches down to run his fingers along it's shape.

"What the fuck?" He whispers softly under his breath.