I look down the other side. For
a moment I rejoice. The bricks and mortar of civilisation. After a second of
inspection I see that the buildings before me crumble like they’re made of the
sand they’re built on.
I wonder how long ago this place
supported life. I see a well in the middle of the town. Dry with a long
forgotten hut over the top.
It was a town of some size at
some point in its history. Looking to my left and right I can just see the
edges. The quiet desolation and the encroachment of the desert is peaceful,
eerie and terrifying all at once. Nothing wins but sand out here.
I slide down the slope and enter
the first house I come to. Some wood has survived. What looks like the remnants
of a table and what might have been a cooking pot. A hearth stands crumbling on
the far wall. A family once lived here. But they were caused to leave. Because
of the desert? Or some other horror.
I exit the house and make my way
to the town centre. A large square where the buildings stand taller. It’s hard
to tell, but I think the biggest one might have been a town hall of sorts.
Pillars stand at the top of steps and then the walls just stop at waist height.
I cross to the well at the
centre and glance inside. A paranoid part of me expects something large and horrific
to come swooping out to attack me but nothing does. All I see is a round hole
of darkness reaching into the earth. I glance up to see a long rope wound
around the spool that remains intact.
I
look down again and think I can see something at the bottom. The white round
glint of something. As I continue to stare I notice the long line of connecting
joints and the cage around the middle. I think it’s a skeleton. 
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