A lone figure stands on a wet, sandy path between monumental ancient pillars with carved faces, under sand raining from a bright sky.

Strange Halls. Where the sand rains from heaven. Wehre you must lose fluids to quench your thirst. Where you must yell to be quiet. Where you must silence you mouth - to have a descent word. Where you must close your eyes to see. Where you must open hie, to look away. See more