Fort G'avnhdauulkht-Khizdlakhun-Asqhvfarre of Cqruxhsslanchshe

the towers creak

as if the wind's windlessness dryly wails with the sun as caustic greenish sand hisses past in small rivulets of dust, like smoke...

so too, the mountains of the land, dissolve into bubbling mist... it seems

the single note of the wire walls

a barely audible twang

in the middle of nothing

rare clouds

fleet upon the pale glimmer of bright sky...