Firefly Ravine (m) who says I like right angles?

The chasm spread before her, lined with teeth made of ancient trees, deep-set against crumbling paths.

There was a howling in the depths. The wind journeyed through the ravine and where it hit the wall she stood upon, gasped over her. Eddies of air caught the brown mantle of her shoulders.

The only other sound was a rumbling. Sanja did not think much of it, and did not look until she felt a preternatural raising of the hairs at the back of her neck.

There! A man - drawn by her yearning, no doubt. She watched him carefully, quelled for a time.