dust to dust

Dimosthenes · 09-19-2021, 01:58 PM

D i m o s t h e n e s

Wind! Dimosthenes had an intense hatred for it now as he tried to walk over the barren, lifeless strip. It was cracked deeply, making him have to exert more energy than he really wanted to getting over each rip. The place was dry and dull and so damn dusty that he had almost to close his eyes the whole time. He was irritated at the universe for having him keep running into such awful places. First the tar pits, and now this! He didn't know which one he preferred now! One would think that he'd realize that he was actually the master of his own choices and he could just leave. But one would be profoundly underestimating his irrational stubbornness.

He almost stepped into a crack and had to jump back. Peering down the rip, he noticed that it wasn't actually very deep. He could fit in it comfortably, with his head only a foot or so from the surface. He was standing near a shallower part of the crack, so he climbed down. Finally, a break from the wind!

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