Medium · Perception ≥ 4
Pollen drifts in the light shaft.
Motorics
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Pollen drifts in the light shaft.
Pollen drifts in the light shaft.
And an empty can of beans on the ground next to it -- filled to the brim with cigarette butts.
The silhouette of a tobacco picker adorns the paper filter. The brand: Tioumoutiri.
What are you talking about -- "Can't be certain?" It's certain.
What are you talking about -- "Can't be certain?"
Smelling of Tutti Frutti and betrayal.
"I shoulda known they'd send the fucking clowns for me..." You hear him mumble to the blackened logs.
Airships. Multi-rotored airships used in the Landing.
A spray of blood from his mouth, on the black charcoal in the firepit...
Unclouded by cataracts -- his eyesight is sharp.
In the reeds, where he's pointing, you see a flash of white -- porcelain white.
Shifting around in the reeds around it, in the muddy water... you notice some of its hind legs apparently standing on the water from time to time. It's that light...
...and something under it! In the place it stood, bobbing there, among the reeds. A collection of items.
Even a wildlife photographer couldn't make out a familiar form, let alone a gigantic stick insect.