Starglow Basin Asla Babana Dönüşme.

soto spins on his heels. behind him the slow prowl of the lion. 

he heads west towards the steppes that slouch into a landscape without visible end. the sky endless and filled a dusty shade of pale blue. 

he’s silent. eventually they come to a stony outcrop where the bajada fanned out in glittering waves as if not so long ago water had been held in this landscape and the landscape had bled it dry. here soto stopped and motioned towards the shimmering in the distance; though it looked like water he was certain it was a salina; a long dry lake bed evaporated into sects of risen salt and silica.