Part II | The pale grass danced down the winding dunes that continued inside the dark sapphire walls. There was no thought of returning to the infinite desert behind us. We sought what was beyond our understanding. There was more than the cycle. More than pale grass and gray sand. The proof surrounded us in the towering blocks. The forked paths brought out voices we had not heard before from within the Roamers. Worry of choosing the wrong path. Worry of only wandering more in the gray sand. Desire of the fields of green with orbs of red. Desire to see the tall creaking lines of white encompassed by sparkling yellow dots. The Roamers were torn in half. There was no agreement of the path to choose. Both were chosen. Both would be known. The tradition of survival and experience split by desire and worry.