It was the most curious sensation.
Tupperman didn’t know if he was alone or in a crowd.
He walked with Kara, her hand held fast in his own. Her hair blew in the strong cross wind, periodically brushing his skin or sweeping across his vision, like dark feathers. The night was velvety dark, the moon a shining white orb overhead. Far ahead, the Eye of Glass reflected the moon, like a black mirror in the middle of the desert.
On every side, there was silence and solitude.
Yet Tupperman didn’t feel isolated or even alone. He realized that it wasn’t exactly silent. Sound was more subtle than in the city, but the desert wasn’t as desolate as he’d first imagined. He could hear the wind buffeting his ears and the rustle of that wind passing over the grasses. He could feel the solidity of the ea
