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Nothing else moves over this landscape.
They could be crossing the surface of the moon, these two. The discolored sky and the barren mud flats are as unwelcoming as the jagged boulders littering the ground. Shadows pace and cluster, the only small relief from the washed-out palette of the place. This is not a country where creatures live, or were meant to.
The pair of figures have been walking for some time now. Their hands are bound, though they only appear to be clutching each other's palms and wrists like schoolchildren. One is still struggling; the other looks straight ahead, and does not flag.
He is perfectly at home, and he is keeping an eye out for someone.
They could be crossing the surface of the moon, these two. The discolored sky and the barren mud flats are as unwelcoming as the jagged boulders littering the ground. Shadows pace and cluster, the only small relief from the washed-out palette of the place. This is not a country where creatures live, or were meant to.
The pair of figures have been walking for some time now. Their hands are bound, though they only appear to be clutching each other's palms and wrists like schoolchildren. One is still struggling; the other looks straight ahead, and does not flag.
He is perfectly at home, and he is keeping an eye out for someone.