[Bichen, when raked down across the very bottom of the muck layer, turns up two things:

- very tiny fragments of bright gold that sift up and wink through the mud.
- very tiny fragments of dull red that sift up and wink through the mud.

Neither of these are terribly identifiable. If he touches either of them they feel oddly like metal and oddly like pottery and oddly like heat and oddly like nothing at all. He can catch hints, little mental itches, that whatever objects they made up held memories, but they're too shattered to convey them in any detail.]