Halea passes the unmoving Fata Morgana - they stare into space, unblinking, eyes glassy and wide. The cyan light of the lanterns above highlight the stark coldness of their faces.

Halea turns toward one body on one plinth, covered in a cloth. It bears bandages, but its hair and face seem to be uncovered.

She reaches down to lift the cloth, blank-faced, and brings it upward with a flick. A face is revealed underneath.