Jarimebi -

When he returned to Tyr-Mor, he did not publish his findings. Instead, he built a small room in his cellar. He filled it with no furniture. He simply went there every evening, sat in the perfect stillness, and waited for the moment between the tick of the clock and the tock.

He smiled. The Jarimebi had offered him a drink. Not to remember them. But to welcome him to their home. jarimebi

He followed the old riverbeds, now dry as snake skin, for three moons. He found no cities, no walls, no temples. The Jarimebi had left no stone cut square. Instead, they had left tensions . When he returned to Tyr-Mor, he did not publish his findings