Lion Head Mesa suviŋñiq

he had died and gone to the land of dancing lights. that was the only answer to what he saw now, to what he felt. there was so much light here! it radiated through the soil, even. the rocks were livid red and gold.

the man that appeared looked to be made of the same: he moved as if struck from the limestone itself, his bearing tall, his figure radiant.

the boy would not let himself cower in the shadows; he had been alone for so long, and he was desperate. this might have been a falsehood he looked upon - part of the shimmering tricks.

agakiggruk, he answered. he could barely keep his eyes open.