C215 Kurunda

The slightly fishy fishskin gloves, after being washed and tanned, were still lying quietly on the ground.

The sky was dark, and the earth was glimmering.

The air refracted a very, very faint blue color.

A strand of hair, almost transparent, was drifting in the breeze.

Dozens of people held their breath.

The owner of the hair had one side to his waist and the other side to his head