“The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back into the past, back to the place.People come through the whiteness, through the bright light, but all of them are ghosts.” — from the novel SINFUL FOLK
It seems to be on a whim, but Jared pulls out a lighter. He holds a Lunar Government flag in front of him. He strikes the lighter and a bright flame blossoms from it. He holds the flame to the flag. It crumbles to black dust in his hand.