man, these rocks are tall

Arachne cast a glance over her shoulder at Gem, a soft smile radiating reassurance as she saw the awe painted on her sister's face. She admired Gem's courage, her willingness to step out of her comfort zone. "I'm not sure," she admitted, her gaze returning to the path ahead. "But it's incredible, isn't it?” Arachne mused, her eyes reflecting the awe-inspiring view that slowly unfolded around them.

As they ascended, each step revealed a new layer of the sprawling landscape. The rocks shifted in hue, from deep burgundies to delicate peaches and dusty roses. As their paws brushed against the stone, they could feel the coarseness that coexisted with an inexplicable smoothness, telling tales of time and the relentless elements that had sculpted this desolate beauty.

"Arachne Klein"