Hopelessness

Great Desert of Skulls

Islana - The little lizard cocked his head at the strange red blistered skin woman. His reddish eyes blinked slowly twice before it darted away across the cooling sands in the afternoon heat.

The barren-brown desert was killing her. Slowly but surely. Parched and cracked lips felt painful when she ran her tongue over it. There was no moisture left. She wasn't even sweating anymore it seemed. It was the most desolate and lonesome environment Islana had ever been in.

She felt like a castaway on a sea of sand. But even in what could well be her last few hours on this parched wilderness, its beauty and wonderment were difficult to explain. It was a crucible of death, a bone-dry basin of vastness and death. The immensity of it burned into your brain like the most intense of memories.

Desperate times called for desperate measures...