Through countless seasons, weather had eroded the land, but the mysterious, white granite stones of Sparrow still stood — silent sentinels of time, impervious to the brief lifespan of man. Like the silent, standing stones, scars of loneliness reamed Inali’s heart, forged from his own volition. Intricate structures, like frost and snow laced tree branches, revealed by the stark patterns created in pink, gold, mauve and azure-tinted sunsets.
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