Kael leans over the workbench, her scarred arm visible, holding the lens with eyes closed in concentration, amber light casting long shadows.Kael's scarred forearm moves rhythmically over the grinding dish, louver light casting stripes across the wet sand.Old Sekani sits at the north gate, wrapped in seaweed, as Kael stands ready, the dusk settling around them.Kael's silhouette stands at the rim of the vast, corroded observatory dish, her scarred arm catching the lantern's glow.Kael rests her hands on the corroded receiver, the lantern casting shadows as dust motes dance in the beam.Kael cradles a half-ground lens, her scarred arm resting on the table, eyes closed in focused concentration.Kael stands in shadow as four women carry a shrouded body through the dusk, a child running beside them with a wilting white flower.Kael holds a lantern, its beam casting long shadows, her hand steady on the half-open steel door, eyes focused ahead.
