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There are no days under the earth, only a solemn and eternal twilight, but Caliban thinks it is morning when she comes to visit. She walks among the rows of the dying with a straight-necked calm, as if this graveyard were nothing more than a park, and administers food and water with kindness and patience.
Her name is Vanessa Ives, and she is pale, so pale, such that Caliban thought she was also a dead thing at first glance.
Vanessa and Caliban in the calm before the storm.