Ankyra Sound river turns to dust

Silver eyes finally picked out the ink blotch against the hazy backdrop. His eyes drunk in her form as if she might bring back his life alas he found he was just as empty as before. If not more. He was foolish to think he could find any solace here. There was nothing here anymore. Besides his haunting memories of course.

Why? He asked the inky female in hushed, careful tones. The why implied a good pawful of questions but he was letting her pick how to answer the question.