Three hundred yards into their trek, just as the dunes closed off sight of the car, a small flat patch of rock loomed from the sand like the tip of a buried monolith. As they walked around this area, careful to keep their feet on the sand, Owen noticed a faint smudge of words carved in the stone, in a language he didn’t understand, and the bleached bones that lay about it, some of them quite possibly human. He knew Chloe could identify the bones, but he didn’t ask. Instead, he grabbed her hand with his and hurried them along.
A few minutes later, they beheld Vista Point.