Lion Head Mesa scarlet claw

forsooth; those darkened catacombic weave through which no light bled whispered in grinding stone to itself, ancient red rock breathed over eons into notching ease far beneath the hallowed land. tonality spoke unwolven earth's syllables of possessive ire.

deified the stone; sacred its warm face, its uplifting spires bathed in clarion cry of holy gold. sanctified the trickling of floral between crimson granite across which breath for years now had flowed.

thirst burning in splendid gullies for what was not traceable, passion untouched by mortal cry. hunger aching on redstone paths, its act of love a promised mercy for an embittered Land of Reeds.

salt sprinkled in tearstain splash; prayerflights on desperate wings into a void which melted them to wisping weak word.

beloved sister whispered to the mountain of her fathers. only the rasp of adderscale echoed as answer.