Status Updates From The Dog Stars

“We move in and out of cottonwoods which make a deeper darkness. Thickets of willows. Up the grassy slopes going pale, into a short rock canyon echoing the spilling water. Then a ponderosa forest, smelled before seen, the scent carried downstream: redolent of vanilla, like a sweetshop. These still living.”

Still waiting for the big reveal; there are hints on what happened but not the proper presentation.