Elira slid down the skull and sat in the shadow of a giant rib. Her hands were ruined. Her hat was gone. But she was alive.
The tremors stopped. One by one, the other skeletons went still. The sun steadied. The flicker passed. The beasts remained bones. beasts in the sun skeletons
The sun had not set for three hundred cycles. It hung there, bloated and white, bleaching the world of color and shadow. In the endless, glaring noon, the skeletons of the great beasts lay scattered across the cracked salt flats like the ribs of failed arks. Elira slid down the skull and sat in