shh, don't tell others this is here

He shifted slightly, moving to the shadows and out from beneath the brunt of the midday sun. His markings glowed immediately with the change of light. The red bright and intense, something he didn't pay much notice too. Maybe some creatures were suited to live out in this part of the world, but no wolves or dogs he knew could flourish out here. It just felt oppressive, the dunes beyond too vast and the silence barely even broken by the faint whisper of wind rolling over the sand. His ear twitched at the sound of creaking wood, foundations older than any of their kin slowly chipped away by the passing years. It was clear the visitors to this place did the bare minimum, if any, maintenance and yet it remained. Perhaps it would still be here after they were all long dead and gone.

This place made him feel small, young, in an insignificant sort of way. Sort of how he felt when he stared up at the towers of steel and glass, knowing full well one day it would collapse and maybe even take them all with it.

"Ronan Reyes. Some place you won't have heard of, Nueva York." He told her, not exactly thrilled at having to do so.