That much remained of him, at least. The memories, the words, and the great wisdom of the man.
She wiped the wetness from her cheeks and smiled. He was in there now, in her head, until she, too, was dust or ashes.
What do you see, Anna?
As she climbed the narrow slope that led out of the valley, she answered him, her voice clear in the desert’s stillness.
“I see the endless desert, and before me the desert moon, rising in the last light of the dusk. And I see you there, everywhere I look. I see you there.”
— Miller/Wingrove, “The book of Ti’ana”