A very atmospheric short story of Martin’s. Like “The Exit to San Breta”, there isn’t much of a plot here, or even much of a character focus. It’s mainly just a very atmospheric exploration of a setting Martin thought up. Enjoyable to read, but there’s not much in the way of a story to stick with you.
If there’s any sort of message to the story, I’d say it would be Martin’s belief that some mystery in life is better than having absolutely everything completely known and analysed.
The main failing of the story, if I had to pick one, would be that the relationship between the chief characters never really goes anywhere. It feels like there’s some conflict set up in the first half of the story, but then it just deflates as Martin just delves into worldbuilding and wistful ruminations on mystery.
It’s a good enough read, but very inconsequential. I give it two glasses of mistwine, and a wraith.