GRASPING AT A BLACKENED SUN
SHOUTING AT A BLINDING MOON
YOU'RE BOXED IN. The sandy walls, streaks of red and orange, they carry the bones of ancient beasts. Crushed by millennia. Humbled by change. They've watched history unfold, and now they watch as you do, too. You see where sunlight filters in, but the sky evades your desperate eyes. The air is still and quiet in the canyon, but the ghosts buzz around you like hornets. |
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ID #1332
NAME: Whitacre PRONOUNS: she/they GP (CURRENT): 22 BIOME: Arid ORIGIN: Traveler NATURE: sweet BOUNDARY: box canyon SIZE: charming NATURE FEATURES: desert dandelion (Malacothrix californica) |
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