Silence, emptiness, in the
pampas passes. Suddenly we hear the tinkling
of bells. A wizened man with glasses shielding laughing eyes, in saffron
yellow and crimson, comes clopping down the trail on the back of a llama.
Mounted on the pommel of the saddle is a one-eyed dolly wrapped in
similar yellow & red robes. It appears lovingly cared-for. As the rider
gets closer, we see that one of his glasses panes is missing. And his
robes are threadbare and worn.
He passes us by. Across
his back is strapped a laser rifle, which
jostles.