Part III | No Roamers slept as the other fire flickered on the hill across the valley. It burned the entire night as we sat and watched. Listening. Nothing to be heard but the consumption of new branches to the orange tendrils growing to evaporate again and again in front of me. The pounding in my chest incessant from the encounter in the shadows. My mind blurred by all that has happened. From the pale grass in the infinite desert to being surrounded by dark sapphire brick walls hidden beneath the green sprouting from branches reaching toward the sky. The ages of Roamer experience felt as barren as the land we wandered before the horizon we entered. This was a new age for the Roamers. Fractured within a new cycle of the complete unknown by worry and desire. I longed for another taste of the sweet shoots by the water.