Epilogue

THE STANDING STONES vibrated as though they were sentient and able to tremble with joy. At last they served their purpose, singing, sending out their chant into the universe. Their voices produced a melody far reaching, far beyond the beings wandering within one small moon. Notes rose and floated as dust on a current of air, guided by a voice only one thing could hear clearly.

A single note carried the sharpest, the others acting as a flow to direct it.

On the edge of the Solar System something within the heart of Pluto’s moon stirred.

The End.

Next; ‘Horizons of Deceit, Book I’