Vayeturem

Having walked until my feet were sore, I laid down upon a rock in the thick forests of Yolunakea. Suddenly, my eyes spotted a branch curving outwards as if to block the heavens. I could sense the warm rays of the sun beat down on me through the leaves. I observed the shapes formed by the light blotted out by the leaves. Recalling that moment, I returned to the design of my weapon. Its color? Like the desert. Its shape? Round... like the sun.