Sequel: Singular's Demise

In a dusty town within the desert plateau to the far south, a person sits, complaining about the changelings' fate. He mentions many things, and the barkeep is stuck listening until closing hour. While most things this traveler says sounds ridiculous, his words don't come off as drunken stupor and some things ring true in a very strange and distant way.

His attachments to the now-reformed changeling hive comes off as someone mourning a great loss, and he speak of his tales with that brood...while also inferring something more disturbing in the process.

Art is 'Night Mountain' by Novum1