The morning mist rolled over the jagged vale like a restless drift, winding through fractured modes and crooked debris, softening the harsh edges while casting long, fluid murk that sounded nearly alive. Maya squinched at the crest, tablet pressed to her casket, its sanguine gleam pulsing noiselessly in meter with the subtle climate she could feel beneath her bases. The intelligence bedded within the remnants of the structure dallied still