Coming Home (1)
As the inky blanket of night began to envelop the land, Lando's steadfast journey continued.
The soft, synthetic hum of Azia's voice broke the stillness.
"Nightfall approaches swiftly. It might be prudent to seek shelter soon," it advised.
Acknowledging the wisdom in Azia's words, Lando responded.
"You're right, buddy. We'll halt our march shortly." His steps brought him to the outskirts of a crumbling ruin, and as he paused, the fiery hues of sunset painted a breathtaking canvas across the horizon.
In the growing twilight, Lando activated his night vision. He ventured into one of the aged structures, where remnants of a bygone era lay scattered.
He began to sift through the debris, separating dry, ancient timber from the rest.
Using stones from the detritus, Lando constructed a makeshift circle, methodically arranging the wood within it. He produced two sticks, and with practiced ease, generated a spark.