Who: Those who rise early, those who rest late Where: The main cavern shared by Delpavo, Lacanis, and Bunnycorn When: Day 185, early, early morning What: A task
[The torchlight has barely begun to brighten; even now, it’s low enough that all colours seem muted into shades of grey. The odd beebat still flies here and there, visiting gardens the blanks have cultivated close to their homes, their high-pitched calls inaudible to all but the most sensitive ears.
And there is soft, soft knocking upon this door, and that door, and the next; and a presence through the caverns that leaves flickering torches and insistent shadows in its wake.]