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Post by Alex on Jun 12, 2009 23:23:29 GMT -8
Landscape
It used to be a mountain, but now it lay only as a mountainous pile of rubble. Moss grows between the gravel, cementing it into something living. An odd contraption lies half buried in the old mess. Something that used to shine, but now flakes to nothing in sepia. A lizard uses it's base to scratch it's twitching head. It climbs over the almost-sand, and burrows in the pale dirt at the foot of a dead monolith. Bark reaches around a trunk that could easily encompass a horse.
Kicking up dust, the reptile changes it's mind. It's claws click thickly on the petrified wood. Even as a broken stump, the dead tree is tall enough to see the rest of the landscape. The same scene plays out in a million different variations farther than lizard eyes can see. An odd paradox, a dead land being such a rich moss green.
A dark spot in the distance flies red flags from it's towers.
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