entoptic cycloptics

The shades regained spirit and flopping gently in the breeze and on the tails of Amkreutz's worn out trench coat followed him into the fray...down south. Frantically putting more mileage on his genuine but caked General Von Raschheimer boots, Amkreutz quickly decimated the distance between their starting point and soon to be destination. His right eye finally having popped out as well established some last corrections on their computed course.
Finally the shades felt useful again after having spent so many years in oblivion. They were definitely pulling a Vashti Bunyan here and aimed for succes. After several days Amkreutz lifted the left tip of his moustache, which now also harboured an interesting array of insects, stared of into the western sunset and mumbled.... we're close...
The shades full of joy and anticipation quickly gathered wood for the fire and in a joint effort pulled at the Von Raschheimers. The night was spent rejoicing, singing, clapping hands and saying yeah! Some of the shades even made use of a tree!
In the morning they broke camp and poured the last of the coffee over the fire. Around noon things were really drawing to a close...
Would they find the images...would Amkreutz be able to lead them down the abysmal depths of what they faced...why weren't they looking at a stable...and most of all why WEREN't they looking at a stable?