Death cradles this place. Strange and exotic flowers bloom on the vines that cover the marble ruins. Their colours shimmer in waves on the desert breeze. In the darkness below the sand, the caverns are illuminated by the semi-conscious, half-plant, half-animal constructs that limpet to the walls. An unending emission of ghost green. What nourishes this place? Lean in, listen to the petals, and you’ll hear the screams.
Paddy Dobson
27th June 2021