The perpetual celestial body to the west, now obscured by towering mountains, has borne this moment countless times over. Day after day, without pause, occasional winds rise, stirring up grains of sand. Its radiance, somewhat dimmed by obstruction, no longer so blinding, but even so, the ceaseless light blocks out the sky above, leaving no star in sight.
Golden afterglows spread across the horizon, reflecting upon the white sands below. Yet the scene fails to impart a sense of beauty or tranquility, only boundless solitude. This civilization, nurtured under its watch for millions of years, is inching toward its downfall.
