The clouds were swirling and lightning danced beneath the darkest swells. Thunder would rumble through the canyons before the wind. The speed at which the sky was changing, the landscape, the ancient runes; everything felt surreal, like I was about to get sucked into a Dali painting.

One minute it would be dark and cloudy, and then I’d walk around the corner and the sun would bear down on me like a blanket. The temperature rose and fell within minutes. Crows, lizards, and beetles all kept about their busy lives, while the winds howled and the ruins of those that lived there before remained motionless.