it was the sound of silence

Fjord opens his eyes to a dark, cobblestoned street. It is familiar in the formulaic way most cities are, and there is no defining feature to tell him where he is. The buildings that line the street appear normal, at first glance, but they stretch and curve above him when he looks up. The two moons are full and bright in the star-speckled sky, painting the entire scene in darkened silver. He starts to walk. The silent darkness is almost suffocating; his feet make no sound when his boots brush the cobblestone. Uneasiness prickles across his bare arms.A streetlamp flickers to life a few yards away, blinding and golden.