Sūrya, cross-legged, points at the liquid in her white vessel, her eyes flickering as Moss sits composed on the edge of the platform.Sūrya holds the white vessel aloft, her finger pointing to the liquid, while Moss leans forward, eyes fixed, in the sterile room.Moss falls to one knee, hands flat on the cold floor, as Sūrya stands back, a brief laugh escaping her lips.Moss presses his hand to his chest, eyes closed, jaw working, while Sūrya watches from the shadows.Moss draws the Tidemouth breakwater with a smooth stylus, Sūrya's hand resting on the sheet, both focused in the sterile light.Sūrya holds a white vessel between herself and Moss, her gray eyes focused, mouth forming the word *jala*, as Moss leans forward, eyes locked on hers.Sūrya presses a hand to her mouth, eyes bright with laughter, as Moss grins up from the floor, the sterile light casting sharp shadows.Sūrya's pale hand touches a red dot near Antarctica, while Moss's larger hand traces the northern coastline, the map's white expanse filling the background.Moss, post-modification, hunched over a drafting table, his precise hands resting on a crude drawing of the harbor.
