Hubae is in a room.
A sparse light peeks through the dingy curtain.
In the rays of light tearing through the darkness of the room, a fine dust flutters about.
In the middle of the room, a form on a bed moves with difficulty.
All around her, the young homine sees musty old furniture and paintings of people:
A sparse light peeks through the dingy curtain.
In the rays of light tearing through the darkness of the room, a fine dust flutters about.
In the middle of the room, a form on a bed moves with difficulty.
All around her, the young homine sees musty old furniture and paintings of people:
- - a trykette with black veins running through her skin.
- an old tryker in an ambassador's blue uniform.
- a tall Matis in white uniform.
- a tryker, a gingerbread bon-homin in hand.
- a group of young matis in green school uniforms.
- ...