The heat from the stars was gradually dissipating, leaving behind only the tiniest bit of red in the corner of his eyes, which dyed the ground in a bright red color. It was the best part of the day, and Mike was squinting slightly, the wrinkles on his face unfolding slightly as he took in the evening beauty of Tall's star. Tall Star was a remote place, and Plains Village was a remote place. In this place, besides the white limestone, there was also the even more white limestone. Pale, this was the unanimous assessment of most of the people who had been here before.
