Narrative Passage: Camp to Sleep (Edit)

[Veiled Narrator: spoken word not sung] Year's final line accounting, Each to their yurt returns. That soon sleep may find them, provision for next day's task and tithing. Still even as last fire falls into ember cinder, not all rest so easy, physical exhaust insufficient to still what stirs the trauma set mind, who carries with more than hands and with sinew strains. Might we track little longer, latest of the ledger wrote, Ashimasi daughter of Hasamshi, who this cycle accords triplicate share. Sole of a line long and still lasting, who seems best demonstration of generation stone's roll. See even as hush falls, and ash hopper chitter-creaks, body is set to rest, still now dream-tumult turns, cold sweat and side-to-supine writhing, betrays what keeps inside, upsets the every bit of being, waking and so sleeping, and in all moments the same. Perhaps there is still more to glean? Peer what few have eyes to see, Of what does this ashlander dream? [Dreamlike music outro as we enter Ashimasi's dream]