Sunrise over the forgotten lake temple…
My zigga zigga urat!
Ruins? I’m scared!
Sweet as pie!
“The light is rising.”
It was terrible thing to stand on the hill over looking the inlet and see all I have loved about the first since I found it three years ago simply gone.
The old man stood uneasily, blinked twice and slowly fell forward, tumbling over the edge. As he fell the stones beneath me began to shift, to slide apart.
Cool stones beneath me. Warm air covering me. Silence taking me.