Ouroboros Spine O sea-starved, hungry sea

Samani could smell rain, she knew it.

The clouds that had billowed in after the fog had cleared were full, plush, and darkened to a formidable grey. The peach-furred figure had chased the thickest of it to a high portion of the spine. It was there that she could see the world stretch from it. Mountains to the east and west of them, a solitary and silvered peak just to the north, and her eyes trailed the rocks swiftly.

Swiftly, to the west, where she could see a glimmer of sea on the distant horizon.

Samani squinted softly, sniffing in hopes of catching a taste of the beyond. She could only smell rain.

A lonely rumble of thunder traveled through the sky.