Roads: Chapter 24 | Gifted Ones
"Tay, tell me what you don't understand." Sighing, Taylor shook his head. None of this meant anything. He'd wandered the grounds for hours, seeing people in trees, and people in valleys, people building huge constructions, people painting murals on walls, inside and outside he'd seen dozens of busy, focused, and very involved groups, all completely devoted to whatever they were doing. He'd seen groups sitting and talking, and solitary beings writing quietly in journals. He couldn't deny that everyone looked occupied, but the point eluded him.