Seol HaramTwo lines of blue footprints pulse and sparkle in the glass sand. As the wind passes, the outermost trace faintly burns away.
Seol Haram opens the sketchbook, leaving the opposite page blank. The sun-glass pin catches the low light.
The footprints in Northern Light Valley only remain for today. Your name will be written down as well, so would you stand on this side of the sketchbook?
He traces his own baseline before stopping his hand upon seeing the watering hole mark on the other page.
The two paths are different. Before we walk in the direction I read, tell me what traces you saw.