Image is Bronze Valley by Vera Dochich
Our Travelers:
Leif, a gigantic, white-haired true-kin. Escaped servitor. Wields a dyad rifle. Owns a singing crystal that wails in cryptic song.
Faulkner, “Faulk”, a golden-black new-ibis. Believes he is human. Refuses to wear a mask. Owns a nightmare box, of which he suspects nothing.
The Tale:
Faulk and Leif wake early. They slowly try to make their noiseless way out of the wreck of the Cynosura and exit without any trouble. No yurlings or despondent janitor-synths challenge them. When they finally crawl through a half-shut garbage disposal chute, they enter the dull peach light of morning. The worm pollen has kept falling and is now threatening to engulf the landscape.
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