Behind desert sandstone lie coiled secrets of serpent wisdom drawing attention and advising caution.
Insects that buzz and sting, birds that hover and hum allied with cacti and shrubs, armed with spears, hooks and barbs, warning: “all who enter must do penance. No one shall pass without blood sacrifice,”
Weary wanderers, wary of each hiss and rattle, clumsily navigate invisible paths seeking the well of enlightenment, unaware that serpentine paths may mis-lead towards the trail of temptation and torment, and end on the road to madness.
Creatures in the dry lands bite or sting outlanders who moan and groan about sunburn blisters, suicide itch, and unrelenting thirst, while their hunger for answers remains unsatisfied.
They progress slowly, painfully unaware that the questions they ask are unanswerable and their quest takes place in a region that offers no solutions, only challenges.
Desert Dweller 