The Hollowing is an indentation of soil between concrete ruins and dirt–just a skip from Will’s alley. It is a sacred area. Hollowing is visited by those healthy and those sick of Plague Waste…Religiously sacred? The Witches’ Coven and blessed ground is touched and healing powers and love abounds and…Crowman knows better.
Hollowing is a bomb-sized hole in the ground used as cover during Latest War. These pictures of miracle destroyed large chunks of Sity and killed eighteen million and one half…Latest War occurred one hundred years past and was just another in the many wars fought first for ideals and then for survival…Plague came later and survival lost!
What of Coven and what of life’s life? In a wig-waggled world most children do not live past the ‘coming of age.’ We are ‘preggers’ and then we die of Plague waste. It is a simple death. No suffering, no pocks, not ugly…just sleep. So! The hope for young men and young women to procreate, in case of ‘cure-fall,’ is great. And! There is ‘cure-fall.’ Many gatherings live past their twentieth year and some into their thirties.
Not many—but sacred—for they are the mothers and the fathers of future days…Not hopeless, then. Sad, yes…but expected without variance, except by Coven…Witches live forever. Witches are the power of lives and life and choices and dictates and control. They are the fire builders and the rain of oils that fall from somewhere-to-there without distraction…The Coven hurls great sounds and flashes across sky and through the clouds.
Sity is a child’s world both spelled and said as it sounds. Sity is concrete and great rivers of water and oil and salt and the saturation of dusted waste and dusted life. Sity is a brief whisper of humanity. Sity is crap. Sity is sore. Sity is the dance across once hills and soft snow and winter night. Sity is life and snow is no longer white.
Crowman glances down. The boy is strange and speaks few words. Withdrawn? However, that is his way. They are; the children surviving Plague. Quiet? Yes! And; yes again to fatalism, fear, courage and the strength of one or more than one. Nothing surprises them. They accept everything. They expect nothing normal and nothing abnormal.
They do not understand the difference. There is nothing either moral or physical. Customs and habits do not; for children, exist. Only survival…Sity.
And! Beautiful you are…