WE HAVE NO PAST. WE HAVE NO FUTURE. WE HAVE NO HOME.
Walking with the broken rocks upon the heaving breach of mountain echoes, movement becomes challenged. The crumbling of foundations running deep within the mantle shudders through each upward thrust. Something may have taken hold here, but its residue has since faded into the dust of winds long blown away. Though memory shards crack and splinter through the ice age history once foretold, there are now no more than fragments upon a beach receding beyond the breaking waves.
