Old Earth

Grammaticus emerged from the golden wheat.
‘I won’t lie, it has been a pleasant fiction,’ he said, when Eldrad was close enough to hear it. ‘Is any of this real?’
‘It was real to you.’
‘I suppose.’
Pale wraithbone had begun to show through the gaps in the wheat and grass.
The sun took on a more artificial cast, as of strange lumens, and seemed to lose its natural warmth. The agri barn remained, a fabricated structure placed here to complete the illusion.
Grammaticus glanced over to where Prytanis had collapsed, flinching slightly when he saw Narek. The legionary barely acknowledged him as he retrieved the rifle.