Jeigan the Scout sat with his back to the humid wind and stared through three eyes at the newly-constructed Alien colony that was disrupting the horizon and obstructing his view of the sunset. With his fourth eye, Jeigan scanned the heavens. He took in the beauty of the Great Red Moon Brother with His vast plains of rich soil and His creeping purple forests of oily cane, which lay at the root of everything Jeigan held true.

The pink, watery eye soaked up the twilight sky as the stars came into view, along with the thin, glimmering ring that encircled his planet. They are chunks of the ancient moon, Kheet-Lau, who sinned against Heaven and was devoured by the stars. Blinking in the evening air, the scout searched through a cloud of debris and spotted the new star.

The star that had travelled through space to bring the alien visitors. These visitors were now adding a west wing to the emmense conglomeration that was presently irritating the view of his other three eyes. They worked night and day, and Jeigan had gotten messages from clans afar stating that the visitors were disturbing their horizons as well.

A cool gust blew from the east, and little droplets of water congealed and permeated into the shingles on Jeigan's back. He took a deep breath through his ribcage and focused all four eyes on the new structure. His long antennae tasted the wind. Every breeze tasted like them, now, with their persperation and their fungus.

The wind was dying down, and the scout knew it would not blow again until early morning. He stood tall, vibrating his shingles to sip up loose water droplets, and craned his neck, stretching four eyeballs toward the red and purple moon.

Jeigan imagined the smell of its soil and pondered the day when he would travel there to join the graves of his ancestors.