The great gathering
In the park in the center of the town of Verdana, two couples were sitting on a bench along the edge of the great fountain clearing. One of the two men was holding the newspaper open, while the two women and the other man were staring down, frightened by those two suns that no longer glowed in the same colors they used to feature until three days before.
“Why did the suns change their color?” One of the two women was wondering aloud. “Even ‘great experts’ offer discordant answers! Imagine what impostors will say…”
“But priests keep saying we must trust the Astrals.” The other woman pointed out. “Perhaps in one of the holy books that only they can read our current predicament has an answer full of hope.”
“You still go on believing in the Astrals” replied her husband,
