Dustland

The DustlandAskew ruins are standing in the vast and worn wasteland, like silent graves. Each with an unreadable epitaph of past splendor. Swirling dust is  shaping sleepy dunes between the broken moons. A steady wind blows particles against the remaining structures like sandpaper, slowly eroding the surfaces till only the barest bones remain. And beyond the horizon even less remains, till all thi…