Rain snaked helicoid around the salt-blue columns. Sunlight evaporated from the reeds toward the moon. A tin soldier beckoned toward the shore, shimmering through gaps between monoliths. Son hesitated, looking back to the land he knew, crumbling into nonsense, and then forth, to the unknown, with its coat of suspicion. The soldier stopped his gesturing, and began to wander into the yellow sea. Son, with a deep, hungry breath, picked up his cat, and followed.