Grey clouds with a sputter of faint light beyond cracks float steadily on ashen water. Shining and opaque. A rectangular depthless coast lines the flat fields, widening to a darker horizon. An interplay of lights ensues an onyx sky weighing down.

Beneath, a heavily wrinkled palm spreads out.

An eye, grey, half-buried in endless crinkly folds bears down on the alleys of the crumbling desert. To shut its dusty hardcover rowed with sounds and lies. Put to dust the bare twigs and limbs parading the final order of a vanishing world.


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