The sunset shines through sky cloaked near the horizon in sepia puffs of cloud illuminating the firmament and renders deepening brown and orange. A sky of sun dried tamarin skin, ruddy orange melting to brown, and glowing red in spots - the wisp of clouds floating by the current longitude flaring up like Rallen leaves.
Pulsating amber beams of light reveals his figure in roughly consistent 400 millisecond intervals. The telldron sweeps in a narrow straight trajectory across fields and through rusted corpes of 7 Edion era tunnels, dying ivy twisting across their bones; it sweeps underneath the repeated columns or orruminane hiding and then showing, hiding and then showing; within the hure the orruminae would burst into bright ivory flame at their crowns and die down to a subtle glowing blue for the remainder of the night.
Kwatsura hides his face with the Eisen leather sleeve of his coat, his right arm projected forward away from his fixation, forearm parallel to the tracks and the dirt of the earth, palm twisted upwards to optimize his awake Energy almost lost to the csomaes - his pastime for a late afternoon departure. He covers the beams completely blocking out the nuisance of light, then lowers the sleeve slowly until a blurred apricot corona appears; yellow and blue pins of light mingle and disperse at the edges of his half-closed eyelids. And then he drops his arm, growing weary, and shuts eyes to stare at the setting sun through a soft membrane of warm neon pink and blurred purple veins. He feels the round ring of steel deactivated in chest pocket, reaching under the coat and playing with its form. His right arm is week from the day’s Kforretc transmissions, but has committed to memory each core location, the names of liaisons yet unknown. These he recorded in the アーク and a few notes about Ckarhkerw, a tropsa from the last city, her sweet breath and soft curves. And then the アーク’s rote, these conscious repetitions entertained him some, particularly after a stick of csoma.
Fporta, that was the third time. By 5 dun, ran out of tasks, let the アーク into sleep for half dun. Met Ckarhkerw, a tropsa mine. She followed me about for some, we played skin in 2 hrots near Fporta center. There were some questions Abbalr asked in Kforretc bit — Abbalr was staying in Fgorn 7 longs from Fporta. New orruminane installations a main telldron station. Abblar: “What color?” Oddly, a faint purple differing from the interior of Fporta where deep blues are the prominant colours. Fporta, city of blue they say. What better way to amuse new travelers than to funnel them through a deepening purple vein gradually shifting to blue? Ckarhkerw has stayed in Fporta for 9 suns. I first knew her 5 suns ago, so her pale skin has always been a deep blue to me.
A couple of hures into the night Kwatsura falls asleep as the telldron approaches Rsola appearing on the black horizon, its shell flickering under the ivory light marking its course.
