...where the Filippian kings were interred, with their doctors and their admirals. Mausoleums, burial chambers, leaf gold still remains on the Double Door of the Morning.
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...where the Filippian kings were interred, with their doctors and their admirals. Mausoleums, burial chambers, leaf gold still remains on the Double Door of the Morning.
Few petits rats return from the shafts -- and even fewer find what they're looking for. A small child steps out of a black tunnel, with silver trinkets in her pockets.
Yes, and it's rather ironic, because they believe themselves to be Mazovians deep down.
Irony. They're yuppies masquerading as Mazovians... Or was it Mazovians masquerading as yuppies? Even they get confused sometimes, out here in poverty-stricken Martinaise.
You're not yet equipped for that expedition.
Could be. They certainly want to stir the pot. Remake reality in some new image.
Could be. Not sure they remember what they're working for anymore themselves...
The Delta Logistics Company truck stands here waiting, reflecting white light from the courtyard behind it.
Yes, people hard at work at their desks. They can barely tell if it's day or night anymore because the lights in the building are so uniform and bright. Who knows when they'll come out?
Yes, they are highly motivated by irony, being yuppies masquerading as Mazovians... Or was it Mazovians masquerading as yuppies? Even they get confused sometimes, here in poverty-stricken Martinaise.
The dark shadow of the church is drawn out on the sand... two men stand there, silent. Their talk is over.
The dark shadow of the church is drawn out on the sand... two men stand there, silent. Their talk is over.
The dark shadow of the church is drawn out on the sand... two men part there. In silence.