They become more personable as you head south, the people. You sit in a diner and, along with your coffee and your food, they bring you comments, questions, smiles, and nods.

“If I looked inward I would see only infinite mirrors staring into myself for et…”

“I wonder if I shall ever see her again, and I realize that I scarcely care. I c…”

“I am not in my gallery and neither do I hold your sigil. Will you speak to me?”

“Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.”