Starglow Basin buscando

though these days their operation has been routed to the shales, soto patrols the basin out of habit.

from afar he sees a silhouette pause and send something clattering with a kick; coming close, he recognizes the boy from the mesa. 

that cursed, empty place.

bom dia, he says almost jovially, in the stolen tongue of that once-boy tomillo. his mood as of late replenished with rare humour, for the ghosts of his past have taken to silence.