The sun beamed through the softening clouds, warming up the grainy sandstone and delicate limestone. Gently, the wind drifted through the valleys, picking up leaves and loose pebbles on the way. The warmth of the morning star ran across his skin, a slight glow radiating from him. He stood silently, taking in the picturesque view before him. His breath hitched, the valleys weaving in and out, unsure of where they end and start, not unlike the...