His arms reach for a book out of thin air, opening it, pages crinkle till stopping
“ Of course, beauty in destruction shows up in time the most, but such times can come and go in the blink of an eye to me.”
“ mmm … “ a soft hum escaped vessel’s lips , turning his gaze over the ivory city which lie in the distance .
“ tell me , does okhema still reign beautiful beneath your gaze .ᐣ “
“ Interesting , so that’s what happened.”
Hums as if understanding
“ To revisit , see if areas pass time quicker or not.. even by my standards.. time is fickle.”
“ the flames of the past require a vessel to continue blazing a path forward … i have accepted that task in full . “
golden—dews observe the wanderer , scrutinizing .
“ what brings you back here .ᐣ “