No one could understand the sensation Delsa felt when he first saw the Xiang Pa in the sky. After inwardly cursing Obischillaci, he resisted the impulse to create poetry, greedily inhaling the moist air like a bull, even as the bugs he drew in struggled pitifully in his nostrils.
Behind him, a dark cave yawned, an invisible barrier seeming to guard its entrance. From the other side, beings of the same complexion and look watched Delsa with complex emotions: fear, envy, jealousy...
The cave was full, yet none dared to cross.
Although the ultraviolet light from Xiang Pa blinded him, turning his eyes a stark white, when Delsa glanced back at the beings in the cave, a hint of mischief played around his lips. "The night has granted me black eyes, but with my nostrils I seek the light. Better to be here, in the open, than trapped in the underworld with no light at all, don't you think?"
