The node landed softly on a rock.  All was gray and quiet.  The plains of grass swayed very acutely
with the almost unnoticable breeze.  There was one tree in the distance and mountains towards 
the sun.  

The woman took his hand and gave him all of her time, her understanding in his eyes, all open and at ocean's
length.  Never forget again, and feel whole.  Her pale hand, her exhausted hand, contrasted his grayness.  It was
light upon fog, but still dust to dust, frailty upon frailty.  And this was the bond that formed.
Her skin glowed, with powder aura. They were sensitive to the elements, these uncoloured figures.
On the horizon, with the sun setting, combing down around them, they shown forth
in a haze that brightened and darkened and blinded.  Their joining was an eclipse.  
Her eyes were fixated on his eyes.  Their pupils came down from their eyelids
and hung like raindrops on a tree branch.  Reverse black Suns
coming from the farthest reaches, resting on eachother's horizons.  They wavered
with a haze from a brushfire, their intensity seeming to give
all that they could give with just one stare, their stares lost.  She stood him up and told
him her name.  "Bethel," she said "This area is a peaceful place much of the time."  
"I know what a name is, but I don't have one."  "You don't know where you
came from?  This is of illness."  They were apositive to one another.