Kael stands at the focal point of the vast observatory dish, adjusting a cable as dawn paints the sky in silver and brass.Kael's scarred forearm rests steady on the metal casing, while the older man's ink-stained fingers tremble over the corroded cable.Kael stands in the observatory ruins, eyes closed, copper-wire earpiece pressed to her ear, the lantern light casting a warm glow on her scarred forearm.Kael's scarred hand taps prime numbers on the slate desk, sea-stones anchoring papers, the vast sea and sky behind her.Kael sits in the sealed chamber, pre-dawn silver light casting a glow on the corroded circuit board in her hands.Kael and Olu lean over a corroded rack, Kael's scarred arm adjusting a dial as Olu points at a faded label.Kael stands at the rim of the vast, corroded dish, her scarred arm visible, as Olu and Demi watch from a distance.Kael tunes the receiver in the twilight ruins, her scarred arm and focused expression hinting at her determination.
