You could see them create life out of mud and you'd call it a trick of the light. I know.

[She listened and looked at this shrine, at the other shrine in the far distance. Her arms were folded and she frowned, squinting back at the white of it before shrugging.]

The only consistent thing is that it keeps trying to fix things, to make them from our memories. And that it gets them wrong somehow. But there's so much of that the rest is unpredictable.

Not quite sure I'd say it's pointless yet. But it feels like it. Not sure what it's agenda is, and I want to know.