As daylight breaks, four beings lie. They do not move. They do not speak. Only wait. They stay like this for a long time, never breaking their stance.

One of them, with a dry and dusty shudder, crumbles into smoke. The other three say nothing. They are not stranger to this. It has happened many times before.

They cannot speak anyway, no matter how hard they pray.

What experience they wish to retry has already been chanced.

Their one and only true possession in the days before the Grey Time? Life.