“Tourists?” They looked at me, incredulous.
“Tourists, sightseers, parasites.”
“But, tourists?”
Human beings are amazing creatures. They create and power the weave after all. But whenever there is an event, they make obstacles with questions. I do understand that my arrival is rarely cause for celebration. I do what I can to keep order.
“Right now, this place is a bright beacon in the darkness of the human imagination. Beings in the weave will be inquisitive, will draw near, for a look, or a sniff, or a taste. There will be more before we are done.”
