Walking up this mound of crimson earth, a pile of brances lay lifeless. Static without motion, the winds also come to a halt here. The sun blazes and continues to heat all that sits under it.
From @zawarudo
Walking up this mound of crimson earth, a pile of brances lay lifeless. Static without motion, the winds also come to a halt here. The sun blazes and continues to heat all that sits under it.