The invasive dust whirled and twirled amongst the rubble of stones.

With its movement it ejected grumbles and groans.

This was the angry residue of the Devastation.

A child wandered shading her eyes from the biting grains,

Thankful for her tears to dispense them upon her cheeks.

Her soul shattered, heartbroken into pieces, body shaken.

A small lone figure emerged with a dusty smile and an open hand,

Drawing her away from the death, despair and destruction,

He was her saviour in this bitter land.

Fern 2026