The western clifftop. Lucia sitting defiantly on top of the caravan, brooding. He could see the burning shame in her cheeks, and something behind it, a cold focused anger rising.
Heavy mist over Tempest Bay. Mist and rumbling thunder. The shore a sand-line wasteland. Different now, in his eyes.
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A fire down on the beach by the housing estate.
Hedy, drunk. Screaming a challenge. To the wind, to the people of Tomorrow Shines, to the entire unsolvable fucked up universe.
Things burning on the fire. Effigies, perhaps. Effigies of people alive and dead and the pain they departed. A blue-haired imago among them.
No response. Just the whisper of a rising tide.