Finally Ataiun finds himself in a corner that he...seems to know. He reads some of the names on these markers and they’re all friends and family, the names of everyone both living and dead. Some he runs his fingers over, others he simply stares at in disbelief. The dates on the graves are all within a few years of today. His own grave is there, too, the marker cracked, tablet plain and without even his name and yet, somehow, he knows it well. He feels a half-memory of how it was before he was in the boat, before the King in Yellow came. But everyone’s here now, for this...this is Carcosa, and this is the cemetery for all the galaxy’s dead.