Lion Head Mesa [mp]The Night Spins

Night had long fell.

Crickets rumbled.


She walked alone along the borders of the palace from the exterior, walking over the chambers in gentle steps. Her eyes fell upon the horizon and its expanse, but they soon fell heavy. Her limbs felt light. Exhaustion had taken its toll, and little had she rested since her return. Days through the desert returned to her limbs. Her eyes.

The night felt so slow. And it spun before her vision.

Every bit of her weight came to a lean upon her right, until she tripped over on splayed legs to catch herself. Holding her head to the ground, and her ears in a droop, she scanned her nose along the sandstone. Her ears listened to the echo of the chambers below her feet. No longer could she feel herself keeping her head afloat. A deep inhale filled her lungs through her nose, and came out the same way as her chest fell. So, so dizzy, and she felt another stumble.