Book I : "Deserted"

It began with pure fear in the silence of the Sonoran
Then came the heat, dry, hallucinatory
He wandered beneath the sun that didn't blink
Chasing the echoes of a Mescal dream
Macabre shapes started to form in the Dust
His footsteps started to vanish
Time started to unfold
The groove called him deeper
Ancient rhythms shifted the sand
By the time he reached the Western edge...
He was no longer lost

He had just become a part of the story

-The story of the desert unfolds one Book at a time-

Book I : “Deserted”

The old wind carries the voice of the departed...

Jerome

Old Wind

Cold Voices

-Rhythms From the Desert-
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