Luneshale Pass lokma

kemal climbs greatness to the sky; soto sinks deep into terrestrial limbo.

in this realm of black he hears the voices of many ghosts. either his eyes cannot see or he has been robbed of them; he fumbles, calling as the voices pull away.

he curses kemal's name.

where is he? he claws and climbs and calls until the machination in his throat simply cannot anymore.

then it as if what was holding solid beneath him gives way. 

soto, endlessly falling -- while in the world above kemal's voice climbs over the chaparral plains and calls for safiya.