Dry riverbeds etch vast Sullen. Wave cemeteries. Sand sharpened by sun with dry, cracked ridges. Time passes. The sharp rises remain. Waves have edges. Grey-brown rocks line what were once shores. Sparse grasses fill in around the cracks. Stunted dunes rise and fall. Grasshoppers click and call. Grey dragonflies flit. Occasionally a cloud bursts. Rain falls and rivulets run. The cracks fill and spill with rainwater. People pitch tents for shelter in the wilderness.
The campground Reluctant serves as the Sullen capitol. People sleep beside lizards in tents. When it rains, the lizards scuttle under stones and everyone gets wet as water rushes through their flimsy homes.
People come and go in droves. They marvel at the night sky filled with stars and the moon so bright. In daytime, they eat canned food prepared in solar-powered camp stoves. It takes hours for the food to warm beneath the dim sun.
The people gather silent and storyless around tepid plates wary of each others' judgment and prepared to sleep alone.
The campground Reluctant serves as the Sullen capitol. People sleep beside lizards in tents. When it rains, the lizards scuttle under stones and everyone gets wet as water rushes through their flimsy homes.
People come and go in droves. They marvel at the night sky filled with stars and the moon so bright. In daytime, they eat canned food prepared in solar-powered camp stoves. It takes hours for the food to warm beneath the dim sun.
The people gather silent and storyless around tepid plates wary of each others' judgment and prepared to sleep alone.
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