monolithic

Explorer, be sure to set your traps and mark your trek. I'd hate to find you withered away at trail's end, because you went so far and never sent word by messenger or wren.

In the times when gray flooded the land, and the beast carried to and fro, having his way, heroism and boldness laid dormant; mostly dead.

As I make my way through these places, like Pilgrim did so long ago, I have an urgency to make sure no one else knows where my fort lay, and to have a place to live, hidden in the rocks, entrenched by deep furrows and ditches. One way in, and you're dead going out if there is no welcome.

Be gone, beast, you dragon. Stay back, you crafty liar. Away from me, all you who called me friend, but only in fair weather and now you're ash. Coming undone didn't seem like this - so savage, so archaic. Simple rest would be nice for once, but it is never so.

And then, one day the sky breaks open and I no longer hide. Forever.