The visions from the stars will return…
Ramesh sits on the sandy banks of the Euphrates River, his
toes submerged in numbing water, and gazes out at a blanket
of darkness. The river, quiet and black, flows steadily past
him and a strong breath of wind catches the edge of his shawl,
billowing it into the cool night air. He dips one cupped hand
into the water, fills it, and brings it over a blank clay tablet.