Moonstone Quarry peach or plum or strawberry

moonstone quarry
7/27 midnight
60°, overcast

When Hyacinth lay roasting on the salt flats he thought surely that was where he’d meet his end. But as the sun set and the night cooled the earth, he found the strength to pull himself up and drag himself away from his would-be grave. Not only that, but he managed to stay on his feet for well over a week, surviving on scraps and puddles of water. 

That was where his luck ended. He may not be dead, but he still suffered. His wounds festered more by the day, slowly making him ill. Hyacinth had no knowledge of herbs or remedies, so he had to push through the pain. The only fleeting relief he got was dowsing his injuries in water, a scarce resource thus far. That is until he came across the quarry.

Hyacinth had almost injured himself again on the way down. The sound of water excited him, and he misstepped once or twice. Luckily he was able to reach the bottom without busting his head open. The man stumbled towards the water, and nearly dipped his entire head into it.