…I followed the current through the air and over the withering treetops, and sang to the egg to guide the way. Dry paths of sunken ground wove throughout the forest. The yellow waves of the current led me to the patch of acacia trees I saw earlier. As I closed in, I saw the peaks of the Mer keys sparkling in our hot star’s rays that found their way through the clouds. What remained of a stream led to a drained riverbed. The overgrown trees hid the bottoms of the keys. What a desolate place. It only needed water, like the rest of the land.
