Bands of purple and pink awash the mountains beyond Hornswatch. A Stone Dweller leans on a windowsill carved out of the mountainside. They look out over the jagged valley below. The morning star glimpses over the horizon shining warm orange into the crags and crevices.
Beyond the peaks at the valley’s opposite side the Dweller sees the marvel of the age, as they do every morning, on Stonehaven’s Great Plateau: a massive colony ship the size of Highstepper’s Spire. Perhaps one day the Dweller’s descendant will board and think of their ancestor’s labor.