What had lea’s grandfather created? With both arms and concoction’s smoke rising towards heaven, even the wind’s wailing had quieted to a whisper in awe of horizon’s imposing silhouette. Petals, then, began to ponder their purpose in the periphery of such power, not realizing their thoughts were enough—for as denizens of Earth’s antichthon, their sentience, only possibly imagined outside of their field, served the swevens in which neighbouring other wonderers lived. ; )