"Travel safely, Malin. I hope the end of your journey is as you wish." Susu chose to leave.
As for Susu, Malin didn't know how to describe her, after all, she had been apart from him for eight millennia. If anything could test them more than eight millennia, it would probably be two times eight millennia.
In any case, Malin trusted Susu, believed this girl wouldn't deceive him, and he had nothing to be deceived about.
Calculating the direction forward, Malin walked into the half-demolished building in front of him. Its upper part had long since collapsed, blocking the street. Malin had ways to move it aside, but he was more interested in exploring the inside of these structures. After eight millennia, perhaps not even the remains of predecessors could be found; perhaps just walking into a room reveals all the toil of future generations.
