Porcupine Ridge Numerous sections are inscribed with "ETERNAL",

For @Lorcan !!

Anathema had chosen for herself a den near to the water, a little cave tucked among the jagged stone spires which girdled the thunderous peak above the ridge. They gave a fearsome appearance under the stars, but the sun always cast them in a more desperate light, to her eyes. They leaned haphazardly toward the mountain as if guarding something precious; failing each time bolts of hot light struck from the heavens.

From her den, she could see none of their drama. Only the water. She spent much of her time there, often wondering at how the bones seemed to breathe with new life when she submerged them. Frenetic, almost; wanting more. Perhaps, like her, it was the sea that they longed for.