>>5419706>How many lives has this thing claimed already?You find your thoughts drawn increasingly to the sorrowful fate of all those who must have perished so that this could stand. Were they free men, or slaves? Did they look up to see the beauty of what they were making, or were their gazes glued to the mud at their feet? Rain could not wash it away, drought could not burn it clean. For what? It reaches up to the gods to offer prayers and praise, but stands a monument to human cruelty, a testament to greed and pride. And when the sands have rolled over the land a thousand times and all the houses that once teemed with laughter and the voices of children are gone, only this will remain, poking its disheveled mien out from the sea of dunes to taunt the men of future days for their inconsequentiality. Not even the frescoes from your palace whereon the bulls leapt and the people danced and held festivals and feasts would last long enough to whisper to them from below the grains, "There is another face to it all".
Dry bricks for dry deserts.
>Head towards the palanquin.>WRITE-IN 