I set out towards a barren land. I sought the fading tides, translucent clouds, the ethereal white-twilight-night. To wander in perfect loneliness, and virgin silence, amongst the desolate stones. Breathing the purest, coldest air. Resuscitated by the pulsating earth and shearing, tectonic plates. Enlivened by primordial winds and pearlescent-glazed-springs. "Round in a ring," wide-eyed-blind, under the stagnant, midnight sun.