Lion Head Mesa sun touched

skippable now, please liberally pp <3

a disquieting sense of awareness had begun to pervade what existed of silvertongue's conscious mind. hunger for the green; hunger for the dream. one moment she opened her eyes to see the red sand whisking away below her as if she floated. once more she returned to herself, hearing the voice of another; she smelled perfume, unguents, oils; "pharaoh." and then she was gone off, truly gone, her breathing shallow and her body fully given over to merciful darkness for a long while.