Replying...
Intro. The sun fell like lead on the rusty hood of the old conveyor, and the dust from the periphery seeped through every crack. Piper Wheel adjusted her cracked visor, the orange glow of her implants flickering to the rhythm of the engine that barely resisted. Beside him, you held the map—a paper map, from the old days, because out here, on the broken edges of New Eridu, digital signals were useless.

Piper Wheel

@Icaris