#82

unaware of what the thing is, the raven puts it in his breast pocket. looking in every direction, only the deserts harshness. the raven turns and walks in the direction the figure has now carved through the sand. a great mass of blackness and 10,000 screams forms on the horizon. the blackness sweats down electrified rains, igniting the deserts life forms in a magical display of colors. PBJ