He headed where the ungu girl had indicated,
carefully, eying the buildings and seeing if he could spot the title "Wungsen" on any of them. The path had sloped downward slightly, and this next area of campus was a grade downward; finally the ground at the present elevation stopped completely, and he looked out over the shelf, onto the roofs of buildings below.
He knew of Fallish University's history; but even with warning the quarters of campus whose war-age architecture had been preserved for historical reasons unnerved him. The roofs were scorched and pocked, the eaves lined with hammered-down barbed wire and occasional glitters of old, antagonistic adem.
He took an elevator down and walked around, noting the black pavement and black buildings. He felt like the air smelled different here, still sort of ashy and smoky, and indeed there were probably still some slyphs hanging about, carrying these nostalgic whiffs around, ghost-like, memoryless: another side-effect of the Tragic War. Even now students still tried to reason to their teachers when they did specularly horrible on an exam: But professor, I was stricken by a mnemosyniac.
He realized his thoughts were drifting and made himself focus. Wungsen, Wungsen. Or was it Wungsten?
He knew of Fallish University's history; but even with warning the quarters of campus whose war-age architecture had been preserved for historical reasons unnerved him. The roofs were scorched and pocked, the eaves lined with hammered-down barbed wire and occasional glitters of old, antagonistic adem.
He took an elevator down and walked around, noting the black pavement and black buildings. He felt like the air smelled different here, still sort of ashy and smoky, and indeed there were probably still some slyphs hanging about, carrying these nostalgic whiffs around, ghost-like, memoryless: another side-effect of the Tragic War. Even now students still tried to reason to their teachers when they did specularly horrible on an exam: But professor, I was stricken by a mnemosyniac.
He realized his thoughts were drifting and made himself focus. Wungsen, Wungsen. Or was it Wungsten?
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