Easter and Saturn follow them, careful to stay still within their ghostly angle.
Like an evasive dragonfly, the glisseur carrying Rolf and Rebecca shoots out of the forty kilometers wide chasm, before looping away to the East.
“See this, my dear sister, the Eye of Africa is no more.”
“It had to go, my little brother. It had to go.”
“How do you call a body with no eye?”
“Blind. I call it blind.”
Looking at this blind spot in the desert through Saturn’s eyes, and hearing their dialogue telepathically, Evgeny screams at the skies. “It is done.”