The only thing with any colour on this man’s road is an irregular trail of black flowers with crimson centres. He would know them anywhere, despite never having seen them before, and he follows the trail they make with soft steps, silent and confident as a big cat in the high grass. The End. (8 of 8)

Ugh.  This is so perfect, overall.  Understated and yet perfectly clear and just… them.  Moran always will follow, too.  Wow, I’m half sad because it would be fitting to the place that they don’t, and half just hoping they catch up with each other.  So perfect.

Thank you so much, Nonny – I really appreciate it, and it was beautifully done.  ❤

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