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[silk_for_calde]

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I can't--

[The image flickers for a moment as he fiddles with the machine, before pulling back and coming fully into view. The man is clearly Patera Silk, although somewhat older-- his hair mostly white, his face careworn. Several long cuts, clearly recent though already beginning to heal, are on his cheeks and his arms. He

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[obliviomancy]

You really live on colors?

[Guess who stopped listening after the first sentence.]

[Voice]

[silk_for_calde]

No; that is simply what we call the whorls, because of how they look from a distance. One is covered with great oceans, and looks mostly blue; the other is hot, and mostly land-- great, ancient jungles-- and that is Green.

[obliviomancy]

Oh.

Does that mean this place is White?

[silk_for_calde]

I suppose it might be called that, though people have told me it has no name. Have you seen it from above-- from the sky?

[obliviomancy]

... How would you get there?

[silk_for_calde]

With a lander, I suppose; or something like an airship, but able to go much higher.

Where I am from there are three whorls very close together-- Blue and Green and the Long Sun Whorl. From one you can see the other two.

[obliviomancy]

Lander? Airship? Whorls?

I don't get it.

[silk_for_calde]

To be honest, my son, neither do I.