EPILOG: IWAGEN
The narrow dirt track that served as a road wound between the hills underneath an orange sun and a green sky. The vegetation in the fields were hardy, weedy looking plants called thistlefruits, just beginning to sprout their orange bulbs through the tops of their stems. The woman marveled at how alien and yet how natural they looked as she walked along. She was almost tempted to pick one and see how it tasted.
She had been walking since early morning and she was getting very tired. Walking, even nowadays, was an unaccustomed pastime for her—but this portion of the planet Iwagen was quite backward, and faster means of transportation just were not available. To make matters worse, her destination was well back in the hills—the strangers had settled as far from the town as th
