The fired blood of the earth flows past cracks in the burnt and hammered, blasted land. Torrents of lava crawl down the side of the broken mountain in the distance as it spews forth great billowing clouds of bone scorching poisonous gases into the sky. Ash and sulphuric acids fall from the sky blanketing the ground in a stone chewing, flesh melting sludge dissolving anything that stays still for more then a few moments. Nothing 'lives' in this place, there are a few things though that manage to survive. Vile things of destruction, formed of fire, poisoned earth, decay and entropy warped beasts, stalking the broken landscape, crawling, clawing, slithering, chittering things. Creatures that kill by rot and fear but in this harsh landscape even they are few and far between. This is the place She tells me she lives, so I choose to walk barefoot and unguarded across these lands.

Dry, bone dry, grains of dust, shattered rock, ground stone and bone, Sands. A motionless sea, a frozen ocean of golds and reds, great waves of sand in all directions, none have seen a single drop of water in millennia. Great mountains, entires ranges, cities and entire civilizations, billions of lives, flesh and bone ground to sand and dust. No moisture exists in this land, still storms rage across it's surface, whipped up clouds of frothing dust and sand from horizon to horizon gnawing rock and desiccating flesh in moments, static building, energy released as great bolts of lightning cascading through the sand laden skies. Each grain and every mote, another moment, the sands of time of Her life. So I resolve myself to know each and every one, I take them in my hands and count them as the fall through my fingers.

Frozen wastes, ice and sleet and snow cling to flesh, and freeze the blood. Desolate and blinding white, radiating of every surface a searing and painful light, every direction nothing but flat unmarked domain, all sense of purpose lost, each way you look the same. Great shifting walls of white streaming across the land, blinding, chilling, burying everything, millions of tonnes of sleet and snow dumped upon everything caught in the open, leaving paths of frozen death in their wake. Clutching, clawing, gnawing cold, frozen to the core, numb beyond all sense or feeling so it is in this land, as it is in Her mind and in spirit. In this land I walk naked and bring a flaming torch fueled by my own soul never to out, never to grow cold.

(more to come)