On the eve of the first Day of the Sixty-seventh year Post Sections, in other words New Year’s Day, at precisely the fifth Hour, the dawn finds Choky trying to bid farewell to Eri.
“… From the moment … we will part and then … pain will turn into hunger … Seek … find me … where my friend Ro once suggested … to go … Surely I will stroll to the old dining halls!”
“If we want to meet again, we must adapt to anything. I hear them coming. My love, I’m afraid, I won’t see you again, goodbye, go free and feed my hopes.”
Expectedly unexpectedly, he won’t have time to kiss her goodbye in turn, as at the exit of the temple bridge, Cer Ber and Russ arrive furiously to drive him away, saying their second to last two words too.
“What are you still doing here? Didn’t you get your damn lessons yet? SACRIFICE!”,
“His meat spoils easily. First bite mine!”
“…”
Prematurely awakened, they start for an unprecedented hunt, of a rising gallop, a wounded yet satisfied, emotionally full, lightweight and free from his survival belt with pockets, Choky. There aren’t many choices left and he must confuse them to follow him, to leave space for Eri, so she can leave from the other side. He must capture everyone’s attention.
“I won’t stand this hide-and-seek for much longer. That’s why I would like to say something for the end too! First, I would like to declare who I was!”
Without much effort, he recalls the clear as crystal information he had learned from his governor Manqui and enchants his audience. Thus he manages to escape from yet another painful situation and do what he does best. To seek his luck again in the void.
He will make it and find his way, Ro’s instructions were once again correct.
The dawn of the second Day, seventy-seventh year Post Sections, will find him waiting for Eri, searching for supplies in the completely abandoned Halls of Delights.
The cluster of halls fills with size and intricate construction details caressing his appetite for spectacle and experiences. He is not left unsatisfied and for a while he forgets about his hunger. But his thirst returns with pains in his stomach, doubling him over. He falls to all fours and crawls from room to room, from counter to counter following droplets of moisture, until finally, in the octagonal cross-section, old latrine, despite its miserable condition, he finds a little but cool drinking water.
The decorated sinks that will quench his thirst are in good condition and he feels encouraged. Painted and carved, with depictions from the history of the human race in action, they reflect a plethora of colors on the white ceiling and in combination with his thirst are suitable for a little entertaining relaxation.
“In the near future, their art will guide them both, back home. They all bear witness to the rise and fall of the Group of Hellenic Starmigration, a guide to humanity from the start, throughout its history, up ’til its end.”