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As the whistles of the critters dim, it's a sign that the sun has slowly secured it's position in the wide sky. A dusk that will last longer than it's cycle. Selkouni perched down, shuffling away some rubble and taking a seat to watch the painting of the ever-long rays.

The light stretches lazily, and a breeze blows, as if the valley itself had sighed with relief and exhaustion. Now begins the quiet. A slowing down of time itself. As the inhabitants of the woods and hills prepare for the changes that accompany the resting sun. Measuring time itself - changes.

It no longer speaks in the familiar tongue of cool or warm. The grand elements are taking rest - now, it is for the small, for the crawling, for the growing, to account for their memories and wisdom: Some, count the changing leaves of an orchard. Some, smell the soil. Some, simply know, or remember. Some, sense the ever so slight changes of solar radiation to feel the speed of continuity.

Selkouni simply watches. They enjoy the striking colors appearing on the clouds and the sung melodies of the lively environment around them. When they'll be satisfied with their presence and their thoughts, they'll get up and keep on with their journey.