(●'◡'●)The desert did not sleep. It listened, its billion grains of silica a vast and patient ear. Above, the great celestial nerve — the spine of night — hissed with the static of forgotten stars. The stones, old theologians of entropy, had ceased their prayers and were waiting for a sign.

(●'◡'●)The desert did not sleep. It listened, its billion grains of silica a vast and patient ear. Above, the great celestial nerve — the spine of night — hissed with the static of forgotten stars. The stones, old theologians of entropy, had ceased their prayers and were waiting for a sign.