Dry ash and waxy lust. Language was caked to the roof of his mouth. He snorted in derision. To his left Mickey-san, in brilliant tasai coloration, greeted another artificial lemon-yellow day and asian-blue 'skies'. The protective corneal bubble over the area glowed softly with artificial lightning. He adjusted his goggles to see through the brown air. Tiny insects roped across the bubble's exterior.

Misha