Redsand Canyon evaristus

he'd never seen a place like this before.
the spires taunt him with their steep crimson shadows; the sun blazes even through the bitter frost of the mountains, and he is alone again. he wonders what waits for him on the other side of this range. it almost felt like home in the worst way possible.
it is secluded enough, for now, he thought. a good place to hide, to hunt only for himself, and to pray in solitude. a place to commune with the lord before the light shone upon a new path.
he cannot hide from god here. no one can.