[This was, perhaps, a wiser conversation to pursue. Eyes turned slit like a snake's soften hearing her ask, and for a moment his mind wanders off to that very place, where the sun always shines and where the sand scorches even the hardiest soul's feet.

But not his. Never his.]

Not where. When. The dawn of humanity and the dusk of a darker age.

[In a breathy, reverent word...]

Civilization. You may mark my birth there, following such glorious advent.

[...very old, indeed.]