“Yes…some leave an impression on this life that stays with us. Ki Lo Knee was such a man”
She kneels on the grey grass, motioning for you all to take a knee.
“Please, it’s rude to stand in his presence for too long”
When she does so the grass around where her knees seems to fade from grey to green.
Grey, you could swear the coy fish, though dispersed and floating with their bodies oriented in different directions, you could swear all their eyes are looking up through the shadowy waters at you.
“As for this place, you can get used to it. I’ve come to the point where I see through the walls, hardly notice them unless I have a reason to. For the living, it’s strange how life is so defined by form and non form, solid stone and thin air being the opposites that give everything a, well, context. Here, you learn to see light and shadow, and the flow of the mists, these things are like the walls and floors of this place, though the comparison is not perfect”