Faddak Askew

[aesmael]

In perpetual twilight a rolling landscape of chipped and jagged dark stones, growing only long-thorned vines twisting and creeping and an occasional scraggly little bush. Sky above is clouds, light, dark, fast-moving, never broken. Except, distant on the far right, a narrow black tower rises up to pierce through. To the left a hint of shadowed mountains lurks, far but nearer than the tower.