ooo White flakes, like wet confetti grated from the pulp of some albino fruit, tumbled delicately from the overcast, 2am sky. The firmament itself was a peculiar tint of gray and pastel blue, uniquely bright considering the time, and where it met with the horizon some miles ahead was anyone’s guess. Slight, subdued hills bubbled randomly up from the earth, but mostly the landscape was flat. The sloping banks on either side gave a vague indication of where the buried and trackless road might b...