Field note of the day

In the desert every dune casts a sharp shadow, and the sand sings quietly.

Today I come across a Glimweb — tiny · striped · antennae · wreath.

Drifters never quite touch the ground. Where one has hovered for long, the grass stays unbent even so.

And with a little luck you find an egg where you harvest. Brooded at your tent, a companion hatches from it — it grows as you feed it, and carries a piece of this landscape inside it forever.

If you want to meet one yourself: Desert, Volcano. It cannot be caught — only won over.

— from the Wanderer’s notes

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