1348.

The sun spirals its
own hypnosis in the sky.
Mere mortals, beware.

1347.

Time seems to pass so
much quicker here. Age winding
down its own patience.

1346.

There is no longer
any respite from pattern's
return. Just vengeance.

1345.

The weather is now
displaced and nature angry.
Their beasts turn burden.

1344.

Broken scales make up
this landscape. Earth upended
by machinations.

1343.

The weight of living
costs its own survival. A
bare dichotomy.

1342.

An imbalance of
beauty and destruction here,
always left hanging.