A pleasant coolness washed over the wasteland beneath the veil of night. The sand and rocks no longer stung one’s feet, and the scorching rays of sunshine were long replaced by the pearly moon. Here and there loomed tall columns, and one rocky mass shaped like an arch to ornament the otherwise barren horizon. In the distance, a ghostly visage; pale, as though made from mist. That wasn’t true, but it was an accurate description of how she felt, pressing into unknown lands all alone.
Each step sunk into the trackless sand. Hunger was beginning to take over. How many more miles until she heard the sweet melody of running water? The thought of it alone caused her tongue to run eagerly across her lips.
Feb 10, 2019 02:05 PM
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