This solitary wayfarer entered carentan, the steeples of which, touched by the moonlight, had only just appeared to. Occasional islands of worn bedrock stuck up out of all this debris, but by and large it was regolith, with signs everywhere of water in the land, of the permafrost underfoot, causing slow slumps and creeps.
So it sent us into the past. Unfortunately, nkumai courtesy forced the guests to spend as much time talking to me as they spent talking to.