Sūrya stands at the advisory rail, back to the camera, as the twelve Antarctikan Council members sit in tense silence, Renna's empty chair casting a long shadow.Sūrya sits in the observation chamber, her gray eyes steady, mouth forming words, hand poised but not touching her temple.Moss sits on the edge of the sleeping platform, his inhuman form and the device behind his ear catching the warm, continental light.Moss sits in the dim room, his amber-streaked eyes reflecting the warm light, the empty chair behind him a silent witness.Moss stands by the wall, amber-streaked eyes glinting in the warm light, hands clasped with controlled tension.Sūrya sits in her advisory chair, the empty seat for the Continental observer casting a long shadow in the dim, historic chamber.Dhruv's liver-spotted hands rest on the table as he begins to speak, the warm light casting long shadows behind him.Sūrya walks alone down the Council corridor, her thumb pressed to her ear, the empty room behind her a silent witness.Moss sits on the edge of the sleeping platform, hands on knees, amber eyes reflecting the warm, steady light.Moss sits on the edge of his sleeping platform, amber eyes glowing in the dim light, Renna's empty chair a silent witness.
