neonthewrite:

A tent, colossal enough to fit the giant and made out of a strange shiny cloth sat nearby. The ground was scattered with things Bowman couldn’t stare at long enough to name. He only saw enough to know they were big and alien to him. His eyes lingered on a rough circle of ashes filled charred wood. The remains of a fire.

The giant had built a fire, and recently. Bowman thanked the Spirit that he hadn’t ended up cooking on the flames.