The russet horse walks with a burden. The hooded stranger rides with a burden. In some cases one might think it’s the heat and exhaustion, if only it was that. In truth it was actually a quite picturesque evening. The purple and oranges painting an alluring sunset. The heat was confusing part of Lonaan. It seems as though the endless dusk would have the cool atomospere of earth but rather it was indefinitely a planet of terrible misinterpretation. Always revealing unfortunate things for anyone who happened upon it. It was an ill advised decision to come here in the first place and look where it got me. Peering into the chasm that stole my partner. It was unnerving, on the outside something so beautiful appearing; however, on the inside it was so brutal.