[ crosslegged on a dirt-and-brick path, or what used to be one; now surrounded by water that stretches far as the eye can see. The path goes on a little further ahead goes before ending abruptly in a ledge crumbling just a couple feet above the waterline... and the same goes for the way back, if one turned to look.
Red's bandanna is tied loosely around his neck, and a pipe and a pair of leather gloves are tucked into his belt; there's a songbird perched on his shoulder, head cocked, watching as he handles broken pieces of things in front of him. An old sword, what might have been a gun. A cracked pendant of blue stone. ]